#oh sehun one shots

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Love Shot

EXO: Love Shot

Exo Part 39 / ∞

[flurrys-creativity]

Hey it’s me again 🫰🏻 anon. If you can and are not to busy can you do something with sehun and reader we’re they are best friends (with a big age gap) and sehun gets mad over the fact that reader is hugging out with stray kids Han ( she’s younger than him for a year or so too) and they seem really close and so he distances himself thinking they are going out and he’s heart broken because although reader is way younger than him he thought he had a chance with her and one day she over heards sehun talking about his feelings for her so she runs to him and tells him she likes him to but she thought he saw her like a little sister.

Sorry it’s wired and confusing if you don’t want to make this it’s okay I totally understand ❤️❤️🫰🏻

I'm so sorry... this took me ages!! I was (still kinda am) in a bad place and it took me some time to realise it and working on it... But I finally wrote it! Though I do have to admit it isn't 100% according to the request.. hope you still like it!

Age Gap

Pairing: Oh Sehun (EXO) x Fem!Reader; Genre: friends(idiots) to lovers, romance, angst, fluff; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: age gap between older sehun (almost 30) and younger reader (almost mid twenties), jealous sehun, somewhat arguing, chanyeol being the only person with logic here, moody sehun, hugging and kisses, and indicating chanyeol is listening in on the conversation; Wordcount: 1.291

Summary: Sehun and you spent your time together whenever possible despite the age gap between you two. But when you started hanging out with someone around your age, Sehun began feeling the jealousy clawing at his inside.

Sehun stood at the window, hidden behind a curtain as he watched you greeting Han Jisung cheerfully. He gritted his teeth, eyes narrowing when he saw how close the two of you were.

Even though Sehun wanted to act nonchalantly about all of this, it didn’t help that you two parted somewhat awkwardly. Though Sehun wouldn’t necessarily say it’s his fault.

Ever since you started hanging out with Jisung, your relationship had drifted apart. Obviously Sehun couldn’t just stay as close with you as he used to, despite the pang he felt in his heart from it, when you had a boyfriend around your age now.

Sehun knew the chances for the both of you to work out were slim, the reason he always hesitated to act on his feelings but it didn’t change the force of the jealousy monster roaring inside of him.

“Did you even ask her?” 

Sehun tore his eyes away from the outside world and turned around to look at his roommate, who leisurely leaned against the door frame of the living room. Sehun scowled silently before he shook his head, knowing already what Chanyeol indicated with his question.

“And you haven’t told her as well?”

Again, Sehun only shook his head and crossed his arms in front of his chest, feeling the need to get defensive. “How was I supposed to do that? I didn’t want to ruin our friendship like that.”

“But destroying it by acting cold towards her is the better option?” Chanyeol clicked with his tongue, sighing in disappointment. “I can’t believe how blind both of you are. Please, if you could just talk!”

Sehun grumbled something underneath his breath and turned back towards the window, freezing on the spot when your gazes locked.

You stared up at him, expression unreadable. Sehun saw how you said something without looking away, though he couldn’t make out what it was. When you closed your eyes and looked away again, Sehun exhaled shakily the breath he’d unconsciously held. His heart broke a little when he saw Jisung pull you into a tight hug, rubbing your back in small circles.

Not being able to stand it any longer, Sehun stormed off into his room and slammed the door behind him. He quickly turned on some music, increasing the volume to drown out any noise from outside of his room. Frustrated, Sehun sat down on the edge of his bed with his face buried in his hands.

He didn’t notice his door opening and closing again. He didn’t notice the footsteps coming closer to him and stopping right in front of his form. He didn’t even notice you kneeling down in front of him, looking at him with worry lacing your features.

When you reached out to place your hand on his lower arm, Sehun didn’t react at all. You had to pry his hands away from his face before he finally looked up with glassy eyes. You felt tears well up in your eyes as well and quickly wrapped your arms around his form, hugging him tightly.

At first Sehun didn’t know how to react, frozen against your body. But your tight cradling slowly melted him into your touch. He rested his cheek on your chest, focusing on the rise and fall of it while he wrapped his arms around your middle. Even though the music still blasted loudly and his position - half dragged down to your level - felt uncomfortable and his back started to protest, he didn’t wish to change a thing. As long as you held him close, he’d endure anything.

To his dismay you pulled away after a while, walking over to his stereo and turning off the loud music before you turned back to him. You didn’t say a word, just staring at him with that same unreadable expression.

Sehun took a deep breath and crossed his arms over his chest, leaning away from you. His eyes wandered around his room, landing everywhere but on your form. Not even half a minute passed before he spoke up. “Why are you here? I thought you were supposed to meet Jisung.”

“I was”, you stated simply and walked back over to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “But I didn’t like how we parted ways.”

Sehun scoffed and stood up abruptly, bringing more distance between the both of you again. “What’s there not to like? We hung out and then you left for him. So what?” Sehun bid down on his own tongue, cursing the jealousy inside of him for being such a prick.

“You make me feel like I’m betraying you. I told you about my plans with Jisung and that I couldn’t stay the whole day.” You still tried to reason with him despite the hurting inside your chest from his tone and attitude.

“Why do you even bother? Just have your date and leave me be. As if knowing you’re with another man isn’t bad enough, keep rubbing it into my wound that I can’t have you the same way!”

Both of you froze. Sehun panicked by saying that out loud, his head mechanically turning towards you with fear and worry gnawing at his insides. You on the other hand stared at him with an open mouth and wide eyes, mind racing to process the meaning behind his words.

Sehun sighed deeply and rubbed his hand over his face, closing his eyes momentarily. “Okay, it’s out.” He dropped his hands and paced around in front of you. “I know I am a lot older than you and I know you probably don’t see me that way and I know you now have a boyfriend but god damn I love you! I loved you for a long time but I couldn’t tell you because-” Sehun exhaled shakily “-because I was afraid.”

You pushed yourself from the bed and crossed the room with a few steps, basically crashing into Sehun as you wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed your face into his chest. “You’re such an idiot”, you smiled into his shirt before you got on your toes and pecked his lips.

Too stunned to do or say anything, Sehun only stared at you. His mind had trouble processing what just happened, yet his body moved on its own accord, hugging you tightly against his form.

“I thought you didn’t see me like that”, you whispered, looking away in embarrassment. “I thought you’d just see me as a little sister. I didn’t want to act on my feelings too - scared you’d reject.”

“What about Jisung?” Sehun pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his fingertips gently ghosting over your cheek. “I thought, you and him.”

You shook your head and smiled at him shyly. “He’s just a friend. Honestly he feels like a brother to me. Not you though. I like you. I like you a lot.”

“So you and I”, Sehun mumbled, pointing between you two, “we could?”

You felt the heat creeping up your neck and cheeks, but you nodded nonetheless. “If you want to.”

“Oh for god’s sake, yes! Yes, he wants to! Yes, you want to! Go out already! Kiss already! Whatever! Stop this fricking tiptoeing around each other!” Chanyeol screamed through the closed door, making you flinch momentarily before you two giggled softly, leaning your foreheads against each other.

“I’d like that very much. Going out together. And kissing you”, Sehun admitted in a whisper, his breath fanning over your face.

“Me too.” You licked over your lips, trying to hide the massive grin on your face. Your eyes shortly moved down to his lips and right after your gazes locked again, Sehun leaned in to seal your lips with a soft kiss.

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland

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Obsession (2)

Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader

Warning: Stalking, Threatening, Launguage

Word Count: 3.8k

Part One

It had been a little over a week since you and Chanyeol fucked, and it had been radio silence. You had hoped he would have texted you by now, but you didn't want to come across as that needy girl. So you kept it cool, until you couldn't keep that cool any longer.

“Oh my god!” Jennie yells. “Did you hear the latest news?” She asks, rolling her eyes. You had been invited for a night out at Baekhyun's apartment with everyone in your new friends group. You had partially expected Chanyeol to have been there and when he wasn't you were disappointed. You liked him and wanted you get to know him more, you also wouldn't have minded fucking around with him again.

“What!?” Lisa asks. Everyone was intently staring at Jennie, impatiently waiting to hear what she had to say.

“A little birdy told me that Chanyeol and Maya got back together.” She says, trying to stifle a giggle. Every single person that sat around Baekhyun's living room table groaned so loudly. Sehun, Baekhyun and Jisoo started fake sobbing, Jongin threw his head back in frustration, Lisa started to pretend to gag, while Kyungsoo began muttering about how he had to go back to avoiding Chanyeol.

You, on the other hand, sat there in complete shock. He had a girlfriend? How long has this been going on?

“What's wrong with her?” You ask, glancing at the dramatic group around the table.

“Let's just say, Maya is..” Baekhyun pauses.

“Insufferable.” Kyungsoo sighs.

“Stuck up.” Jisoo adds.

“Fucking annoying.” Lisa says.

“She's like the worst possible human in the world.” Jongin says. “I don't know how he puts up with her.”

You nod your head, you didn't have anything else to say. You felt hurt and confused. Your hands played with the full shot glass that sat in front of you. Just as Sehun was about to say something, the front door opens and in walks Chanyeol with a big smile on his face.

“Hey guys, what are we talking about?” He asks, plopping down on the floor, across the table from where you and Jongin sat. You felt the anger bubble up inside of you, and even though you had planned on saying nothing, words came out of your mouth.

“Oh, just talking about how you have a girlfriend.” You say, looking up at Chanyeol, staring him in the eyes. They go wide, as if he's a deer in headlights.

“Oh, uh.” He chuckles. “Yeah, surprise, Maya and I got back together.” He says, looking away from you to avoid eye contact. You continued to stare at him, you hoped he could feel your stare burning into him.

“But why?” Baekhyun asks. “Why would you do that?”

“What's wrong with her?” Chanyeol laughs.

You were uncomfortable. You were sad, mad, annoyed. Every emotion was felt right at this moment, and it was like Jongin could sense it. He moved closer to you, putting his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into him. He turns his head to whisper in your ear. “You okay?” He asks. You continued to look at Chanyeol who was now eyeing up you and Jongin, trying to process why his arm was around you.

“Uh huh.” You whisper back, breaking off the eye contact with Chanyeol. You gave Jongin a small half smile, hoping he would stop questioning you but that didn’t work. For the next 45 minutes, every few minutes you would catch Jongin looking at you, you could tell that he was questioning how quiet you were, wondering why and why you wouldn't tell him. You’d finally had enough social interaction for the night and decided to go.

“I’m going to head out right away.” you announce. “Just using the bathroom first.” you finish, walking towards the bathroom. You stepped outside to see Chanyeol standing outside the bathroom door, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall.

“You’re ignoring me.” he says, looking over at you.

“You have a girlfriend.” you say back. “Were you together..when..” you pause.

“No!” he exclaims. “No.. I, uh, met up with her afterwards. That's who had texted me..and we got back together that night.” he finishes. You can feel the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t want to cry over him, it totally wasn't worth it.

“Great, I'm happy for you.” you say, walking away from him. You grab your jacket, and again, Chanyeol stands in front of you.

“Let me walk you home.” he says, grabbing his jacket.

“Nah man, you stay. I already told her I would take her. Don’t worry, I'll make sure she’s safe.” Jongin says, coming up behind you. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you towards the door. You were grateful for Jongin, but you really hoped he wasn’t getting the wrong idea. The two of you chatted about anything and everything on your walk, he made you laugh - hard. You continued to laugh all the way to your front door. Unlocking your door, you look at Jongin.

“Thank you.” you smile. “Really.”

“Anytime, Y/N. and look..” he pauses. “I don’t know what's going on between you and Chanyeol, but just know you deserve more.” he finishes, flashing a dazzling smile before starting to walk away.

“Wait!” You call out. He turns around. “You know?” you ask him.

“I had a feeling,” he says. “Good night.” he finishes, walking away. You walk into your apartment, feeling exhausted. You didn't realize how much of a toll this night had taken on you until you laid in your bed. You hadn't even taken your clothes off, but you didn’t have the energy any longer, swiftly falling asleep.

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed. As you crawled out of your bed you heard a loud banging at your door. Looking out the peephole, you didn't see anyone there, so you opened up your door, only to see a dozen purple tulips sitting outside your door. A smile spreads across your face as you look for a note.

Miss me yet?

Your smile faded just as fast as it had appeared. You stared at the note, a very uneasy feeling pulsing through your body. You brought the flowers inside, took a deep breath before deciding what you were going to do. You walked into your kitchen, dumping the flowers and the note into the garbage can before heading back to your bed. You'd already had enough for today. All day, you lounged around, your phone was off, you ate and watched shitty movies. You cried, you laughed, you slept. It was the perfect day before classes on Monday, you were dreading them already. You were not taking anything easy, and your entire body was a ball of stress.

Monday you had minimal interaction with anyone, you went to classes, had lunch with the group, went home to study and work on papers and it was the exact same on Tuesday. When Wednesday rolled around, you were so excited. The week was almost done, not to mention the group had decided to do a Friday Friend Dinner every other Friday, and this week it was on. Drinks and good food, you couldn't wait. Kyungsoo was an amazing cook, you often craved his food.

You were walking to your class, when out of nowhere you're yanked to the side. You looked over only to see Mark standing there with a smile on his face.

“Hi baby.” He says, leaning in closely. You try to back up, but you back straight into a pillar. “Did you like the flowers I sent you?” He smiles, moving closer. “I've been waiting all week for you to thank me for them. It hurts me that you haven't done that yet, Y/N.” He finishes, his smile dropping.

“Oh!” You say, forcing a smile. You were trying so hard to not show him any fear even though it was radiating through your entire body. “I didn't realize it was you. There was no name on it. They're so beautiful, Mark, thank you.��� You smile. You needed him to calm down and let you go without an issue. You watch his facial expressions, he was getting angrier.

“Who else would they have been from?” He snaps. “Are you seeing someone else?”

You didn't know what to say. He stares at you as the panic sets in. Your body is trembling as he gets closer. You let your instincts take over, pushing him away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You scream. He rushes back towards you, slapping his hand over your mouth, stopping you from screaming anymore. Before you can react, Mark is pulled off of you, thrown down to pavement. You look over to see Chanyeol standing there, huffing as he stares down at Mark.

“Didn't I tell you to keep your fucking hands to yourself?” Chanyeol yells. He goes to you, grabbing your hand to pull you away. He takes you out into the open, and you see a blonde girl standing there with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face.

“Chanyeol.” You breathe. “Thank you.”

He looks at you concerned. “Has he been bothering you alot?” He asks.

“No, no. He sent me flowers on Sunday, with a note but no name attached. I guess he was mad that I didn't thank him.” You explain. “I'm sure he's gotten the message now.” You half smile. You were trying to be okay but you weren't. Your body shook, you felt like you were still in shock. You looked over at the girl who looked even more unimpressed with you.

“Hi.” You smile, holding out your hand. “I'm Y/N.” You say.

She scoffs, rolling her eyes. You retracted your hand feeling uncomfortable now. She looks at Chanyeol with a pout. “You let go of my hand to help her, Channie.” She says. “I'm so sad now.”

Chanyeol sighs. “I'm sorry Maya, do you want me to buy you something?” He asks. She perks up, grabbing his hand to pull him away, spewing on about some purse she wanted.

You already hated her.

Thursday, you didn't go to your classes. You stayed curled up in bed, answering the calls from Lisa, Jennie, Jisoo, Baekhyun, Jongin and even Kyungsoo, asking you if you were okay and what they could do for you. You were eternally grateful for all of them and how much they cared for you. They had asked you if you wanted to postpone your friend's dinner, but you didn't want to. It was something that you desperately needed to try and take your mind off your Mark situation.

Friday comes, and starts off better. You went to your classes that day. It wasn't until you looked at your phone, did your heart sink, and your anxiety flared up.

[From Unknown - 8:45am] I like your outfit today. You look so cute.

[From Unknown - 8:49am] I hope your first class goes well. I miss you.

You slipped your phone in your pocket, trying to focus on your lecture. Your phone doesn't stop vibrating the entire time you were in your hour and a half class. After it ends, you pull out your phone to read some of them.

[From Unknown - 9:07am] Please text me back.

[From Unknown - 9:10am] it's really not nice to ignore someone.

[From Unknown - 9:17am] Please, baby.

You deleted all the messages, only reading a few of them. You didn't want to deal with this. Maybe eventually he would get the hint. And he did, only until the afternoon.

[From Unknown - 2:47pm] I miss your smile. You looked so happy taking in the warm sun as you were walking.

[From Unknown - 2:52pm] Did you take a picture of the sky for your IG? I can't wait for you to post it.

You ignored them again, putting your phone into your pocket as you headed to your last class of the day. The hour went by quickly, with no excessive buzzing coming from your pocket. You were relieved but that didn't last long. As you made your way to Kyungsoo's apartment, the texts continued, and got progressively worse.

[From Unknown - 4:59pm] I don't fucking appreciate this.

[From Unknown - 5:04pm] You are being a goddamn cunt right now, Y/N.

[From Unknown - 5:07pm] ANSWER ME!!

[From Unknown - 5:11pm] I'm sorry, baby. I just miss you so much. Please answer me.

You sigh as you knock on the door of Kyungsoo's apartment, finishing reading the last message.

“Hey.” Kyungsoo smiles, opening the door. You walk into the most delightful smells, immediately causing you to forget about the texts. “You can join the others in the living room.” He says, heading back to the kitchen. You take your coat off, following the sound of laughter into the living room.

“Y/N.” Everyone yells, all happy to see you. You say hi to everyone, looking at Jongin, who mouths “sorry.” To you before you see Chanyeol with his arm around Maya on the couch. You wanted to roll your eyes so fucking badly. But your phone began to vibrate.

[From Unknown - 5:27pm] I can't wait to pin you down, kissing your body all over.

[From Unknown - 5:33pm] I'm going to make you cum so many times from my fingers when I finally get you in my bed. Do you want that baby?

You can feel the tears starting. Why won't he stop?

You press the phone button to call and scream at him but it won't connect. “This number is no longer in service.”

Maybe he deactivated it.

[From Unknown - 5:46pm] I hope you're not fucking Chanyeol or Jongin baby. I'll have to punish you for that.

[From Unknown - 5:54pm] Would you like that baby? I'm going to tie you up and punish you. I don't like being ignored.

[From Unknown - 5:56pm] Y/N. ANSWER ME.

[From Unknown - 5:59pm] I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.”

You couldn't take it anymore. The tears fell as Kyungsoo walked into the living room.

“Y/N?” He asks, glancing around at everyone else. You completely break down, sobbing into your knees.

“Hey, what's going on doll?” Lisa asks, moving towards you. You slide your unlocked phone towards her, allowing her to read the messages as you sniffle.

“What the fuck.” She gasps.

“What? What do they say?” Everyone asks.

“Can I read them out?” Jongin asks you. You hide your face but nod your head. You didn't want to deal with this shit alone.

“Holy shit. He talks about what she's wearing today and gets mad at her for not responding.” He pauses. “I can't wait to pin you down, kissing all over your body.” He reads out. You look up, every single person there was pissed beyond measure. Except for Maya, who rolled her eyes at every text.

“Y/N answer me.. I will fucking kill you if you don't answer me.” He finishes in a whisper.

No one says a thing. Lisa, Jennie and Jisoo hug you tightly until Baekhyun pipes up. “Who wants to go hunt this mother fucker down and make him wish he never met our precious Y/N?” He says.

Everyone jumps up agreeing, including Chanyeol. Maya scoffs loudly at him

“What the fuck, Chanyeol?” She yells.

“Here we go.” Baekhyun laughs.

“You're going to protect her again? What about me? I actually matter.” She says, pouting again.

“Y/N matters too.” Chanyeol tells her. “She's important to me. As are all my friends.” He says.

“So I'm not as important as this fucking thing whose scared of a few little texts? Like grow up.” She yells at you.

“Who are you calling a thing, bitch?” Lisa snaps, standing up.

“Miss fucking cry baby over there.” Maya yells.

“Maya!” Chanyeol yells, his voice booming through the house. “Shut the fuck up.” He snaps. He glares at her, she tries to stand tall but she cowers under him. “Get your stuff. We're leaving.” He yells. “NOW.” He booms. She rushes out of the room without a word. Chanyeol mutters a “sorry” towards the group before slamming the door behind him.

The group sits in silence.

“Has anyone EVER heard Chanyeol yell that loud!?” Baekhyun asks, jumping up onto the couch. “I mean sure he's loud during game nights but holy shit.”

“literally never.” Jisoo says, her eyes still wide.

Kyungsoo looks at you. “Have you gone to the cops?” He asks.

“Yeah, you really should.” Lisa and Jennie urge.

“I have.” You sniffle. “They can't do anything for me until he physically hurts me.” You cry. “Apparently covering my mouth to stop me from screaming isn't enough.”

“That's messed up.” Kyungsoo sighs. “You shouldn't be alone. You need to stay with someone.”

“She can stay with me.” Chanyeol announces, walking into the living room.

“What happened?” Baekhyun asks.

“I ended things. For good.” Chanyeol says to everyone, before turning to look at you. “Y/N I am so sorry for the way she spoke to you. That was uncalled for and not fair.” He whispers with his head down. “You didn't deserve that.”

“Thank you.” You sniffle. “You didn't have to break up with her though.”

Baekhyun laughs out loudly, making everyone else laugh along.

“Yeah I did. It was time. I can't be with someone like that, I wasn't really into it anyways.”

Your phone buzzes again on the table.

[From Unknown - 7:08pm] I'm so sorry baby, please forgive me. Just talk to me.

Chanyeol picks up your phone, reading the message. He holds out his hand for you to pull you up. “We're going to go to Y/N's apartment and grab her things. I'll let you all know when we've made it safely back to my place.” He says. You go around the group giving everyone a hug while saying thank you to them. You didn't know what you would do without such great friends. you and Chanyeol didn't say much on the drive to your apartment. You were exhausted and just wanted to rest but you knew it wasn't going to come easily tonight. You and chanyeol head up to your front door, you unlock the door, letting him in first before you lock it back up behind you. You felt too paranoid to leave anything to chance. Chanyeol chuckles as he walks towards the table, patting it with the palm of his hand.

“This is a solid table.” He smirks. You roll your eyes at him, heading into your bedroom. quickly you find a bag, shoving your clothes into it, grabbing everything you can think of right now that you would need. You grabbed your charger and your laptop, and just as you thought you had everything, you heard a loud, rapid banging on your front door. You freeze. Chanyeol puts his finger to his lips, telling you to be quiet. He waves you back into the room, mouthing for you to hide. Quietly, he creeps up to the door as the banging continues. He looks out the peephole, all he can see is black hair.

“Yes?” He says, his voice loud and deep.

“Where's Y/N?” He asks. You can hear Mark's voice.

“She's not here. You need to leave.” Chanyeol announces. “She's not interested in you. You need to move on.”

“Hah. I need to move on? She and I are meant to be together. You tell her I'll see her soon.” Mark yells, leaving Chanyeol's view. He opens the door slightly, making sure that Mark is actually gone. Chanyeol calls you out of the room, tears streaming down your face. He wraps his arm around you, taking you out of your apartment, heading for his car. You were terrified that Mark was going to be out there waiting for you. But he wasn't. Chanyeol opened the car door for you, you got in, placing your bag on the floor.

The drive is silent. It was late, you were drained. Walking up to Chanyeol's apartment, he unlocks the door, letting you go in first. It's bigger than you thought it would be. It was decorated very minimally, he had furniture around but not much else.

“It's very nice.” You smile.

“I'm still working on getting more things for it.” He laughs. He takes you to his bedroom. “You can sleep here. I'm going to take the couch.” He says.

“Chanyeol.” You sigh. “It's enough that you're letting me stay here, I can't take your bed too.”

He laughs. “You can. And you will. Get some rest okay? I'm right out there if you need.” He gives you a hub before grabbing his pj's and going into the bathroom. He comes out in a shirt and pj pants, heading for the living room. You dig through your bag, finding your shorts and a tank top to sleep in. You change and crawl into his bed. It smells so good. It smells like him. Sleep came to you easier than you thought, but it didn't last long.

You woke up breathing heavily, sweating and a little confused. You had dreamt that Mark had taken you captive and you were really shaken up over it. You crawled out of bed, heading to the living room.

Chanyeol laid on the couch, scrolling on his phone until he noticed you. He sits up quickly. “What's wrong?” he asks, standing up. He was no longer wearing a shirt.

Holy shit, you'd forgotten how ripped he was.

“it was.. a dream.” you start. “Mark.. he had..uh, kidnapped me.”

Chanyeol wraps you in his arms, in a tight and comforting hug. You hold onto him as tightly as you can, you feel so safe with him.

“Can you please sleep in the bed with me? I don't want to be alone.” You whisper.

He lets go of you, grabbing your hand and leading you to the bedroom. You both crawl into the bed, getting comfy. Chanyeol rubs your arm and shoulder as your back faces him. You quickly fall asleep, feeling more comfortable than you've been in a while. You wished the feeling of peace would last, unfortunately you knew it wouldn't.

You woke up in the morning with Chanyeol wrapped around your body. You were sweating so bad, you had no choice but to get up. You managed to wiggle your way out of his embrace, making your way to the bathroom and then to the kitchen. You snooped around his cupboards, trying to find something to make for breakfast. You settled on making eggs and toast, it was easy enough. As you continue scrambling your eggs, Chanyeol walks out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes with a smile on his face.

“What's this?” He asks.

“Breakfast. Duh.” You laugh. You were feeling good today, you felt like it was going to be a great day. Until your phone on the table started to ring.

UNKNOWN NUMBER

Chanyeol grabbed your phone, declining the call and blocking the number.

“There. That should work.” He smiles. He sets your phone down, before it starts ringing again.

UNKNOWN NUMBER.

[jaemmphilia]

Here’s a shorter smut shot then

Still top xiumin x bottom m reader

Xiumin proposes to reader after years of being together in the most romantic way possible and they celebrate with his band mates and after the celebration, reader and xiumin celebrate on their own privately ;3

Im thinking something sweet and romantic with some good smutssss

Also happy anniversary. Kinda funny how it’s 3 years and you also just got 300 followers as well. That be awesome congrats bestie 🖤❤️🖤

★ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚡𝚒𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗 𝚡 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

★ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟾𝟻𝟹

xiumin is nervous. he's never been more nervous about anything in his entire 30-something years of living.

his clammy hands grip the soft velvet box in the pocket of his jeans. he watches [name] in front of him on the bridge, the male looking down into the murky water infested with fish and frogs.

this bridge is special to xiumin and [name]. the two had met here 15 years ago, when xiumin watched a group of boys push poor [name] into the muddy water, getting the male's white shirt all dirty.

xiumin wasted no time in rushing over to help the boy out of the gross water. he didn't care if his shoes and the bottoms of his pants were wet, he was more worried about the boy with tears in his eyes.

xiumin never wanted to see the boy cry ever again.

from that day forward, xiumin and [name] grew close. they became friends quickly, and throughout the remainder of their teenage years, they harbored feelings for each other but didn't act on them until their early 20s.

now the two of them are in their mid-thirties and more in love as the days go by. so in love that xiumin can't believe he hasn't done this sooner.

"xiumin, come look at the turtles!"

[name]'s voice shakes xiumin out of his trance of reminiscing. he takes a deep breath and walks toward [name], who still isn't looking in xiumin's direction. xiumin decides to bite the bullet and get over his nerves. he kneels down on one knee and clears his throat.

"i've always wanted a turtle, but my mom always said it was too big of a hassle. it's not too late to-" [name] stops talking as he turns to his left, seeing xiumin down on one knee. the male's breath hitches as his hand comes up to cover his mouth. [name] can feel the tears welling up in his eyes.

"[name], i brought you to this bridge because it means a lot to me. it's the first place we met, the place we shared our first kiss, and now it's the place where i am proposing to you." xiumin says, a few tears falling down his cheeks, "you mean the entire world to me and i want to make it last for as long as we both are breathing. so will you marry me?" xiumin says, looking up at [name] with the dopiest smile on his handsome face.

"oh, xiumin, what kind of idiot would i be if i said no?" [name] cries out as he pulls xiumin to his feet and wraps his arms around the male. after they hug, they share a kiss and xiumin slips the ring on [name]'s finger.

"we have to call the others, they're all waiting for me to call them and tell them how it went." xiumin says and he pulls out his phone, video chatting with baekhyun, who picks up immediately.

"well? did you do it? did [name] say yes?" baekhyun asks, speaking fast, and xiumin can see the others fighting to get in the frame.

xiumin laughs as [name] shows the other seven males the ring on his finger the males erupt in cheers of all kinds. "we're coming over right now to celebrate with you guys."

"well hurry your asses up! sehun is about to pop the champagne!" he hears chen cry out, his head popping out of the frame to stop sehun from opening the champagne prematurely.

after the video call ends, xiumin and [name] make their way to baekhyun and chanyeol's shared house.

xiumin and [name] get back to their own shared house and the two are already stripping their clothes off their backs. the two males share a deep kiss, their tongues rubbing against one another as they stumble to their room

xiumin pushes [name] onto the bed and hovers over the male. he kisses and bites [name]'s neck, making sure to leave a nice, red mark on his skin. xiumin drinks in the noises [name] makes and it fuels him with confidence.

"gonna fuck you so good, baby," xiumin says, growling into [name]'s ear, his hand stroking the male's half-hard cock, "gonna make you feel really good."

"hurry, xiu, feel like i'm gonna explode." [name] whines, his hips bucking upas his chest turns red.

"alright, baby. i'll be nice and give you what you want this time. but don't expect me to be this nice for round 2."

xiumin makes sure [name] is prepped enough to take his fat dick. he splits [name] open on his slender fingers for a bit before he impales [name] with his cock. he slams in and out of [name]'s tight heat, his arms planted on either side of [name].

xiumin and [name] keep each other close; kissing, touching, and moaning. they let out noises only meant for the other to hear the two of them becoming one as they share this intimate moment.

it doesn't end at sexual intimacy, though. now they have something bigger to look forward to:

the rest of their lives as one.

[just-some-random-blogger]

kpop masterlist

🍓 = fluff themes

❄️ = angst themes

🚧 = smut themes

🤸‍♀️ = slice of life / bish idek what theme this is

🚀 = crack fic themes

🎩 = dark and/or violent themes

🏩 = genre fic, i.e. mystery, horror, fantasy, etc

🍳 = slow burn

🦕 = personal favorite

back to main masterlist

A.C.E.

Memory | 🍓❄️🦕 Kim Byeongkwan x Reader + Park Junhee x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

Ateez

Only One | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🦕 CEO!Choi San x Reader

BigBang

It’s An Act [WBU I] | ❄️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

Smoke | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Choi Seunghyun (TOP) x Reader

BTS

Runaway | 🍓❄️🏩 Mafia!Kim Seokjin (Jin) x Reader (Mafia AU) Preview 1 2 3 4 x

Mah Boyfriend | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🦕 Jung Jungkook x Idol!Reader

BTOB

Hidden Heart | 🍓🍓🍓🤸‍♀️🚀🍳 Lee Minhyuk (HUTA) x Idol!Reader [Headcanon]

Day6

A University Dilemma | 🤸‍♀️ Kang Younghyun (Young-K) x Reader (Univeristy AU)

What A Joke | ❄️ Kang Younghyun (Young K) x Reader + Park Jaehyung x Reader (University AU) [Blurb]

So... Haha... I Like You | 🍓🦕 Park Jaehyung x Reader (Fake Dating AU)

EXO

Wheel Of Fortune | 🍓🍳🚀 Park Chanyeol x Reader [Headcanon]

Welcome To The Jungle | 🚀🚀🚀🏩 Park Chanyeol & Oh Sehun (Jungle AU)

Maybe We Still Have A Shot [WBU III] | 🍓🍓🏩 CatHybid!Oh Sehun x Reader (University AU)

Unrequited Attraction | 🚧🏩🍳🦕 Mafia!Kim Jongdae (Chen) x Retail Worker!Reader

Color Palette | 🍓 Byun Baekhyun x Reader [Blurb]

Brown Leaves | 🍓 Kim Jongin (Kai) x Reader (University AU)

GOT7

One Million In One Day | 🍓🍓❄️❄️🍳 Sugar Daddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Preview ~ Alternate Moodboard ~ Moodboard Teaser  1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 

Car Rides | 🍓 Jackson Wang x Reader [Blurb]

Juice Box | 🍓🚀🏩🦕 Kunpimook Bhuwakul Bambam x Reader [Blurb] (Pre-Schooler AU)

Somewhere In Between | ❄️❄️Civil Engineer!Park Jinyoung x Reader + Architect!Henry Lau x Reader

Trading Secrets | 🍓🍓 Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

JYJ

Winning Losses | ❄️ Kim Jaejoong x Idol!Reader

Monsta X

Introspect | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Jooheon x Reader [Blurb]

Letting Off Steam | 🤸‍♀️ Lee Hoseok (Wonho) x ArtStudent!Reader (University AU)

NCT

Seventeen

December Dates | 🍓🚀 bf!Seventeen x Reader [Headcanon]

The Stroke Of Midnight | 🍓❄️🏩🦕 Mafia!Kwon Soonyoung (Hoshi) x Reader

Here's My Problem: I Can't Get You Out Of My Head | ❄️❄️❄️🎩🎩🎩🏩🍳🦕 Detective!Jeon Wonwoo x Actress!Reader

10 Ways To Get Over Gyu | 🍓❄️❄️❄️🍳🍳🦕 Kim Mingyu x Reader + others (Childhood AU)

Half Of My Heart | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳 Kim Mingyu x Reader + Jeon Wonwoo x Reader (CEO AU)

On A Thread | ❄️❄️ CEO!Joshua Hong (Hong Jisoo) x Nurse!Reader

SF9

A Final Offering | 🍓🍓❄️🏩🦕 Deity!Kim Inseong & Child!Reader + Baek Juho (Zuho) x Mom  

What Does It Mean? | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️ Kim Inseong x Reader + Lee Jaeyoon x Reader (University AU) 

16th Floor | 🍓🤸‍♀️ Kim Seokwoo (Rowoon) x Reader (Office AU)

SHINee

Understand This |❄️ Choi Minho x Reader I Don’t Understand [Understand This II] | ❄️ Choi Minho x Reader

It’s All A Big Joke [WBU II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Th-that’s Not | ❄️❄️🚧🦕 Lee Taemin x Reader Regrets [Th-that’s Not II] | ❄️ Lee Taemin x Reader

Angel Bride | ❄️🚧🏩🦕 Pirate!Lee Taemin x Reader

Noona, You're So Pretty | 🍓 Lee Taemin x Noona!Reader

Stray Kids

Professional Boundaries | 🍓❄️🚧🦕 CEO!Bang Chan x Pre-School Teacher!Reader + CEO!Hwang Hyunjin x Pre-School Teacher!Reader 1 2 3 4 

Bootylicious | 🍓🚀 Bang Chan x Idol!Reader

Super Junior

The Soup | 🍓🍓🚀🚀 SuJu x SuJu Maknae!Reader [Headcanon]

Secrets Of A Maknae | 🍓🚀🚀 Kim Heechul x SuJuMaknae!Reader

The Boyz

Gentle With Me | 🍓🍓🤸‍♀️ Lee Sangyeon x Reader

TVXQ!

Pitter-Patter | 🍓 Jung Yunho (U-Know) x Reader (Pre-School Teacher AU)

The Art Of Deception | ❄️🎩🏩 Shim Changmin x Reader (Secret Agent/Spy AU)

TXT

Forget About It | 🍓❄️🤸‍♀️🍳🦕 Choi Soobin x Reader (University AU)  

WINNER

I’m Not Playing | 🍓❄️❄️ Gangster!Song Minho (Mino) x Reader 1 2 3 

[yakuly]

This is sooooo goood! I think I'm in love

Lay Zhang: “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste.” // “Just one night.”

You’re walking briskly down a long, elegant hallway, your heels muffled against the clean, dark carpet beneath you. You angrily pull out your phone while turning towards the elevator area from which you had come up.

“We’re breaking up, jerk.”

You hit send, and put your phone away.

Once you approach the elevators, you start hitting against them repeatedly. Open up fast, you stupid little shit! You can feel the first couple tears run down your cheeks, but you try to ignore them.

After a couple minutes, the doors finally open. You’re covering your eyes, and walk inside, pressing the button for the lobby.

“Excuse me,” a voice echoes through the elevator. “Are you okay?”

You weren’t expecting anyone inside, so you were startled to realize that there was actually a person with you. I must’ve missed his presence, you think.

You smile regardless. “Yes, I believe I’m okay,” you say. The elevator doors close. Suddenly, not a couple seconds go by before the doors open again, and your (now ex) boyfriend is standing there wearing only his bathrobe. His arms extend on the sides of the elevator, preventing the doors from closing.

“I’m so sorry, it’s not what it seems! She’s a co-worker, we were working and I just… we started drinking, you know?” Your ex-boyfriend pleads for you, but you’re crying harder now.

“I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT!!” You shout, slamming on the buttons to close now. “Get out and let me go! Or I’ll call security!” You quickly dial 911, and show him your phone, extending your hand out towards him. He obeys, and steps back, shouting back at you to ‘please understand,’ until the doors finally close.

You try to control your sobs, and remember that there’s still that guy who was in the elevator with you! How embarrassing, you think. You turn towards him and start apologizing immediately.

“I’m so sorry, I-I wanted to come home to my boyfriend early so I called off work today, but I caught him w-with another wo-woman,—” you break down into terrible sobs, covering your face in complete embarrassment and disappointment.

Suddenly, the guy in the elevator hugs you calmly, and the elevator doors open again. “Let’s step out for a second, okay?” He whispers, and you step off awkwardly whilst another couple walks into the elevator behind you.

You’re now in the elevator waiting area, on the floor number who-knows-what, and you take a seat with the anonymous boy. “Do you feel like talking about it?” He wipes several tears off you, completely welcoming his aura into yours.

“I’m so sorry, this is so embarrassing.” You say, giving him your best smile despite your mess of makeup.

“You’re okay. Hey, life happens. You don’t deserve someone who doesn’t put you first, regardless of their status or title.”

You looked up through a mess of tears and smiled.

“Thank you,” you whisper. He gives you his best dimples. You can’t help but think about how stupid it was to come up to your boyfriend’s place, dressed to the nines, hoping you’d be in for a great night of surprises.

But now you’re sitting with a stranger, crying to him about your newly found issues, and feel worse because you’re probably holding this boy back from wherever he was originally headed to.

Nevertheless, you decide to apologize and prepare to head out again. “I guess I should’ve seen it coming,” you confide in him. “Ever since his business blew up over the summer, it’s as if I’ve been dating a completely different person. He’s cockier now, even moved into this luxury apartment, and now I’m being cheated on.” You sighed and looked around this new hallway of the luxurious apartment complex, wishing the people within it were also a charm that could be just as appreciated inside and out.

“You call his apartment a luxury?” The guy smirked, looking around.

“Oh, well I think it is. It’s one of the best in the country. I assume you also live here, no?”

He laughs softly. “I suppose I do? But now I hate that I have an asshole neighbor, it seems.”

You both share a laugh, and he extends his hand out to you.

“My name is Lay Zhang, a pleasure to meet you,” he smiles.

You shake his hand with both your hands, and introduce yourself.

“I’m sorry we have to meet this way,” you laugh. “But, I do appreciate you taking the time to comfort me. I’m in for a long night,” you pout, and feel your phone vibrating relentlessly in your pocket.

You pull it out and you both look down, only to see that you now have 26 missed calls. You unlock the phone and go to his messages, finding countless text messages waiting for you as well.

“Do me a favor before you go,” says Lay, reaching his hand towards your phone. He takes it in his hand and blocks your ex boyfriend altogether, then returns it to you. “Don’t undo that.”

You look up in shock, not knowing what to say. “What if he reaches out on my socials—”

“You’re gonna repeat what I just did anywhere that he does, okay?”

You nod, and decide to put your phone back in your pocket.

“I apologize for keeping you from any plans you intended right now, Lay,” you start standing up from your seat and wipe your coat off.

“No, no. I was actually returning from work, anyway. I was going up the elevator, remember?”

“Ah, I see. I apologize for stealing time out of your evening, then.”

He cocks his head to the side. “You’re okay. I didn’t have much going on tonight, anyway. But…”

You look up, your gaze meeting his. “But?”

He shrugs. “I have to say, before you head out. You look beautiful tonight. Even with your crying, your ex missed out on so much.” He gives you his dimples again, and this time you can’t help but blush.

“Thank you, I hope to let him know that when he decides to crawl back,” you smirk.

“You don’t live here though, do you? I mean, with him?” He asks.

You sigh, remembering that you do live together.

“I’ll find a hotel room to stay at tonight, and come pick up my things from his place tomorrow with a couple friends. I guess I’ll head home to rest,” you look down, slightly upset that you spent a good dollar for the beautiful royal-purple dress you had on for him. You meant for the night to be a special one, considering it was, in fact, his birthday.

Lay lifts your chin with his finger, fixing your eyes onto his. “Well. A pretty thing like you shouldn’t have a beautiful night go to waste, then. What if I invited you to my place upstairs for dinner instead?”

Your eyes widened. “No, no, I don’t mean to bother you tonight. That would be a hassle for you—”

“Trust me when I say, my place will make him jealous.” He smirks, removing his finger from your face.

You blush, contemplating carefully on the offer. “A few pictures would make him mad,” you insist. “…of me eating at a beautiful apartment with a handsome guy like you.”

You both make way for the elevator, and you turn towards the buttons. “What floor are you?”

He laughs and takes a card, swiping it over a small scanner over the buttons. The elevator beeps, and you watch as the floors rise slowly, then quickly, one by one each floor is ascending more and more.

Then, the elevator stops.

You’re at the top floor, and the doors open only to find yourself within a massive, gorgeous penthouse.

“Wh-what is this? Do you live here?” You awe in amazement at the expensive decor and architecture surrounding you.

“I’m a man of many hats,” he says, placing his coat on a nearby hanger. “May I?” He reaches over to remove your own coat, and places it under his.

“This place is… is… it’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you think that,” he walks over to remove his shoes, and invites you to do the same. You do so as well, and he allows you to wear his house slippers for comfort.

“I’ll have something nice catered for us tonight from one of my favorite restaurants around the area, and while we wait for it to get here, we can go around taking all the pictures you want to get back at your ex,” he says. You agree willfully, and watch in excitement as he places a call for your dinner.

Moments later, you find yourself posing at different places of his apartment and balcony, making sure to have grabbed your heels and only worn them over and over for the pictures themselves. He would laugh every time, making sure to take the best angles of you in your gorgeous well-fitted dress.

A few times, you’d even catch him staring too long at either you or the pictures he’d taken of you.

“What if,” you start suggesting, “you appeared in some of my pictures, too?”

“Oh, no, I don’t think I can do that.” He says this sternly, and starts to return your phone.

“That’s okay,” you sound defeated.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s more of a… if we did, you can’t show them. To anyone. Or anywhere.”

“Why’s that?” Your question is then interrupted by room service, and you figure your dinner is here.

You are having wonderful conversation over the delicious food Lay’s ordered, when he offers to pour more wine for you. You agree, and soon you both start becoming a little too tipsy.

“Tell me,” you say over your glass. “Why’d you freak out earlier over taking a picture?”

He frowned, taking a sip of his own wine. “Nah, it’s not that I freaked out. But I’d probably get in trouble.”

You take another sip. “What are you, some cartel guy?”

He lets out a loud laugh, but shakes his head. “Nah, nothing like that.”

“You’re a fashion designer,” you say. “You mentioned earlier that you wear ‘many hats,’ right?”

“That’s a metaphor to say I am a lot of things.”

“Ooh, fancy boy,” you say, taking a last sip before you decide you’ve had enough wine. “What do you do?”

“Singer,” he smiles. “I dance and act, too. Producer, songwriter. Businessman. And other things.”

Your eyes widened. “Hold up, what the hell!? WHO am I in the presence of!?” You suddenly feel yourself sobering up.

Lay laughs. “Lay Zhang, sweetheart.”

You marvel at the way his own name leaves his mouth, almost as if he knows the power it holds in itself once revealed.

“My ex could never!” You look at him for a second, then deciding, “What if you’re in my pictures, but not your face?”

He contemplates this question, looking up at the ceiling before shrugging in agreement. “We could try that,” he says.

The two of you lazily start taking pictures of your hands holding, your head leaning against his shoulder, and him hugging you from behind. Then, he takes your phone, and snaps a picture of himself kissing your cheek.

“Crop that as much as you can,” he whispers, and you can feel the scent of wine hit your nose. His eyes are begging for something, completely entrancing you with his stare, but you don’t know how to read them. He’s a gentleman, but there’s something else. A hunger of some sort, deep within his gaze. You look alway, completely intimidated and unable to keep up with him.

“Okay,” you agree, but you’re no longer interested in pictures. Before you can say anything more, a yawn escapes your mouth.

“Someone’s tired,” Lay whispers.

“I’ll call an Uber,” you begin. “Thank you for letting—”

“Nah, you’re not calling no Uber. Stay with me,” he whines. “Just one night.”

You sleepily look up at him and agree.

“I’ll give you some of my clothes.”

Moments later, you’re in Lay’s bathroom, wearing one of his shirts and boxers. What am I doing?

“Do you have a guest room?” You call out, looking around for him. But he’s nowhere in sight. You decide to wander around the penthouse for a bit, until you finally find him in in the living room, sitting next to one of the large floor-to-ceiling window panes. You approach him, sitting quietly next to him.

“Lay?” You whisper, and he turns to you.

“Hey,” he answers steadily.

“Do you have a guest room?” You ask, but barely catch sight of him in the dark.

“Yeah,” he answers. “But won’t you feel lonely?”

You shake your head. “Lay, it’s one night. I’ll be fine.”

He shakes his head, and turns his attention back to the city before you both.

“Do you…” you start again, carefully choosing your words. “Do you ever feel lonely up here?”

There is a long moment of silence before he finally speaks up again.

“Sometimes I do,” he whispers. “No point in having a place as great as this if I’m spending it alone.”

Silence fills the air, the distant sounds of the night life outside humming in the background.

“However,” he looks towards your silhouette in the dark. “Having you here for an evening has helped with that, even if I only just met you. You’ve been a breath of fresh air.”

You smile, though he probably can’t see in the dark. “You’ve been just as helpful to me, too.” You stand up, and stretch your arms at him. “Let’s go to sleep.”

He takes your hands, and you heave him up. “You’ll sleep with me!?” He says out in the dark excitedly.

“No, that’s not what I—”

“Oh, oh I’m sorry,” he takes back his hands from yours and rubs the back of his neck. “You, uh, have a goodnight. The guest room is here, down the hallway and to the left. Let me know when you’re awake in the morning.”

He begins to slowly walk back up the stairs, and you feel a tinge of regret.

“Yixing,” you call out. He stops before going up the stairs, and turns his attention to you.

“How do you know my name?”

“I looked it up, Yixing,” you roll your eyes, but he can’t see that. “You’re Lay Zhang, after all. You’re all over the internet.”

He giggles. “I like that, call me that more.”

As he turns to leave, you hear yourself call back, “Stay with me!”

This shocks you both, and you place a hand over your mouth.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, approaching you slowly now. His silhouette is now directly in front of you in the dark, and you can barely make out his calming eyes under the moonlight. “I’m sorry I requested it earlier, but I don’t want to force you to feel like you have to—”

Immediately, the urge and action overcomes you, and you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him in a soft, long kiss.

What am I doing!?

Lay doesn’t flinch, doesn’t retrieve himself, doesn’t question it. He just slowly places his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

After the tender moment, you pull back, and whisper to him, “I enjoy you, Yixing.”

He smiles, pulling you in for another kiss, whispering “I enjoy you, too,” in between breaths.

Say you’ll stay with me, Lay thinks to himself, so that I won’t spend anymore lonely nights up here.

Let me stay with you, you think to yourself, so that you and I can keep each other’s company.

And in that moment, he excitedly invites you upstairs to his room to finish your intimacy under his soft, warm mess of pillows, covers, and comforters.

The penthouse tonight is now not so empty, after all.

[starillusion13]

EXO PLANET

“ This is not your usual party.”

One-shots

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Kim Minseok

“ Don’t you wanna let me in?”

Kim Junmyeon

“Your beauty is sparkling even with no makeup.”

Byun Baekhyun

“Hear me out my love!”

BAMBI - Byun Baekhyun

Our Angel - B.Bh

Are you jealous? - B.Bh

Kim Jongdae

“Maybe another day, I will tell you my secret.”

Park Chanyeol

“A monster can also have a Cinderella like you.”

Four Seasons of Love - Park Chanyeol

Do Kyungsoo

“Everything you say, I will make you regret it.”

Kim Jongin

“Have you tasted the mixture of Cream & Soda?”

Oh Sehun

“The Oh in my name is for people when they are love fool for me.”

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[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 27: "This is non-negotiable"

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Suho/Junmyeon (unspecified, general illness)

Caregiver(s): Sehun

Word Count: 404

Note: Originally, this was gonna be BTS with Suga and Jin, with the 'stop coddling me line' I ended up using for Day 26 instead. So we pivoted. Super short cause we're time crunching and my brain is frying!

Sehun pushed open Junmyeon’s door slowly, peeking his head inside. The room was dark save for the lamp on the bedside table. Junmyeon was curled up on his bed, knees pulled to his chest, serving as a holder for his book. Even though he was wearing his glasses, Sehun could still see the very visible signs of illness in the leader’s face: shadowed eyes, flushed cheeks, damp hair clinging to his forehead. It was also obvious that Junmyeon was wearing one of Chanyeol’s hoodies given how much the sleeves were rolled up (it was the maroon one, Junmyeon’s personal favorite). 

It was clear that Junmyeon hadn’t noticed him, either too absorbed in his book or too hazy to recognize anything happening around him. Sehun knocked at the doorframe twice, quietly, and uttered a quick, “Hey.” 

Junmyeon’s head shot up, a soft smile taking over his face at the sight of Sehun. “Hey.”

The younger man couldn’t help but grin back. “We’re headed out to grab dinner. You sure you don’t want anything?”

The leader shook his head. “My appetite’s completely gone, and Kyungsoo said there’s extra soup left in the fridge for when it comes back. But thank you, though.” 

Sehun nodded. His eyes lingered on Junmyeon’s for a moment, the leader still smiling softly at him. “You look so cozy…”

Junmyeon’s smile dropped immediately. “Oh Sehun. No. I didn’t cuddle you the last time you were sick and asked me not to. You owe me the same respect.”

Sehun groaned, rolling his eyes skyward. “God, I know. Am I not allowed to just call you cute?”

“Not when you’ve been scheming for cuddles the past two days.”

“And somehow you’re still denying me.”

“Listen, we’ve worked together long enough. I know the lengths you’ll go to get out of practices in these early, not-quite-crunch-time periods.”

Sehun held up his arms, flexing slightly. “Come on, how can you say you don’t want these strong, warm arms wrapping you in a hug?”

Junmyeon shook his head, arms crossing over his chest. “This is non-negotiable.”

Sehun’s body literally deflated. “Fine. Be that way. Hope you choke on your soup later.”

“Hope your dinner is burned.”

“Hope your book gives you a paper cut.”

“Hope Baekhyun makes a joke so funny, Chanyeol slaps you across the face.”

“Hope you get some sleep.”

“Hope you have fun.”

“Love you, hyungie.”

“Love you too, Hunnie.”

[namj00m]

Exo Masterlist

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MASTERLIST

✞ - Smut

❁ - Fluff

✄ - Angst

⚐ - One Shot

⚑ - Series

Kim Junmyeon ↳

coming soon!

Kim Minseok ↳

coming soon!

Byun Baekhyun ↳

coming soon!

Kim Jongdae ↳

coming soon!

Zhang Yixing ↳

coming soon!

Park Chanyeol ↳

coming soon!

Do Kyungsoo  ↳

coming soon!

Kim Jongin ↳

coming soon!

Oh Sehun ↳

coming soon!

[exouniverse]

Surprise!

Pairing: none? (But you can take it as a Jongdae x gn reader)

Genre: birthday fic, there is a tiny bit of angst due to the situation that is developing, but there is of course a happy resolution.

Warnings: none, but if you see any, please let me know.

Summary: It’s Jongdae’s birthday and you wanted to throw a surprise party, but vendors have been cancelling and time is running out.

Word count: 1K

A/N: Hi! I didn’t intend to write this first since I am working on the Kyungsoo one-shot, but the idea came to mind and I had to write it down. It’s still the 21st here so Happy Birthday Jongdae!

MASTERLIST | MOODBOARD

“He won’t be upset, right?”

Minseok looked at you, but you couldn’t quite figure out what that look meant. It was getting too late already and no one had said anything to Jongdae or even looked at his texts.

“Yeah, okay, he totally would be upset, I’m not dumb! But once he sees all of that he will at least smile, yeah?”

“The fact that you are constantly trying to verify it speaks volumes. Look, Y/N, your intentions were good, but I’m afraid I would have to say I told you so,” Minseok shook his head.

You definitely hate a disappointed Minseok more than anything, but you know Jongdae will like this surprise. Somewhere deep inside you there’s still hope.

“Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! The neon lights came,” Baekhyun came running so fast that his heavy breathing was almost louder than his voice.

“See! We got some good news,” you exclaimed excitedly, but Minseok still wasn’t that amused.

Minseok couldn’t be mad for too long; he was also excited that at least something could be set for Jongdae’s surprise birthday party, but he did tell you to plan it with enough time. He knows that you’re busy too and that’s understandable, but a little more organization would have worked out this time.

“Y/N, Minseok hyung, are you here?” Junmyeon’s voice came from the other side of the door.

Kyungsoo opened it and you could see Junmyeon with a couple of boxes.

“Are those the lights?” Minseok asked.

Junmyeon shook his head and said, “Kyungsoo made some appetizers and I bought a cake.”

“Kyungsoo, I could kiss you right now,” you said as you looked at all of the food that he managed to make.

“Please don’t,” he said as he side-looked at you incredulously.

“I won’t, I won’t, don’t worry,” you giggled at his reaction.

“I would do so if you don’t mind, these look delicious,” Baekhyun commented once he helped set the food. Kyungsoo looked at him just the same way he had looked at you before.

“I bought the cake,” Junmyeon reiterated.

You looked at him, amused, and gave him a quick hug as a thank you. The five of you continued to help set the food when Sehun came in with the neon lights and a flower projector you hadn’t asked for, but it was Baekhyun who brought it. He had seen it for a music video that was being filmed in the building and stole it once they finished. It gave off the right vibe and surprisingly complemented the neon lights.

Once the lights were set, Chanyeol sent you a text asking if it was time to take Jongdae to the party. He had been asking him and Jongin to go for some drinks for the past twenty minutes, and he was running out of excuses.

You: I think you could, the party decorations are not coming and the catering reservation was denied.

Yeol: Then… should I? 🙊

You: You didn’t let me finish 🤣

Kyungsoo made appetizers and the neon lights did come

Oh and Junie is asking me to tell you that he bought a cake.

Yeol: Awesome! Go Exo! 🌟

We’ll take him for some drinks and I’ll buy some to take to the party

I’ll figure it out 🫡😉

You: Thank you so so so so much Yeol

You da best!🫰🏻

Minseok came close to where you were texting Chanyeol and surprised you, “sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s okay, I’m easily scared.”

“No, not about that. I’ve been pessimistic and haven’t even helped you at all. I’ll go get drinks for the party, and maybe some more food if we need it.”

“Oh, Minseok… you don’t need to apologize, I should have listened to you in the first place. Let’s go together! Chanyeol and Jongin will buy us some time.”

You informed Chanyeol about Minseok and you going to buy drinks and food, so you ended up deciding to split the money and buy all the drinks and extra food between the three of you and Jongin. In about twenty minutes, you had all you needed and went back to the party. Your eyes were watery when you saw how the room turned out with the help of everyone. They even managed to get a karaoke machine, but you decided not to ask how they did it. At least, it was good to know that the leader was there with them and couldn’t have let them steal something else.

Nini: We’re here 😎

What was the room number?

Jongin texted you this time. You sent the number of the room, and all of you waited expectantly for them to arrive.

In about ten minutes, the door opened. It was Chanyeol signing you all to be quiet, so the expectations grew. Next, Jongin came in with Jongdae right behind him. Kyungsoo turned the projector on and Sehun turned the music volume up.

“Surprise!” All of you shouted when Jongdae walked in.

The look on his face calmed every anxious thought you had and you could finally smile easily. Jongdae was jumping up and down looking around at how beautiful the room looked. All of the members ran to hug him and you stayed back, marveling at the love all of them share and the happiness that sparkled in Jongdae’s eyes.

Jongdae thanked all of his members and looked at you as he walked closer. His smile was so wide that it warmed you up just to know he was happily oblivious to all of the hard work that was put into this surprise party. Every little bad thing was forgotten now, the present was all that you expected it to be and more.

“This was your doing, wasn’t it?” Jongdae asked.

“Everyone helped.”

“But you are the mastermind. You even get our leader to follow your orders. Thank you so much, Y/N! What would I do without you? What would any of us do?” He hugged you tight, and it didn’t seem he would let go any time soon.

“Happy birthday, Jongdae!”

[yourdreamsyourwish-2]

Reactions Masterlist

Rules for Request's: I only work in AU Settings. I hold the right to refuse to do a prompt if I feel like I can not perform it to the best of abilities.

Means Requested 🌟

EXO

Angst

#12: Password is related to their Ex (Baekhyun, Jongin, Minseok, & Yixing)

#21: "Please tell me why." [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#22: "You made a Promise" [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#26: Tears 🌟 [Baekhyun, Junmyeon, Sehun, Yixing]

Best Friends to Lovers (Trope)

#1: Being ready to drop everything to go help them no matter what. [Baekhyun, Jongin, & Yixing]

#2: Bets on Your Relationship [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

#3:  Platonic love proclamations, until they're not. [Jongdae & Minseok]

#11: After Kiss [Jongdae, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Best Friends Brother/Brothers Best Friend (Trope)

#15: Hesitantly tugging the other’s fabric of their shirt or sleeve [Chanyeol, Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Minseok]

#16: "Dance with Me" [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Sehun, & Yixing]

#23: First Kiss I [Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun, & Yixing]

#24: First Kiss II [Junmyeon, & Minseok]

#25: First Kiss III [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, & Kyungsoo]

#44: New Years Eve I [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

#45: New Years Eve II [Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Enemies to Lovers (Trope)

#17: “A date? Sorry but I have to go home and laugh at the idea.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok ,& Yixing]

Reaction #27:  “Can you walk?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #28: "You're Bleeding." [Chanyeol, Jongin, Jongdae]

Reaction #29: “Just trust me, yeah?” [Baekhyun Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #33: “If You tell anyone about this, I will become an even worse enemy.” [Junmyeon, Yixing]

Reaction #34: “I don’t like you, I just find you hot.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol. Kyungsoo, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #35: “We're not telling anyone about this. This would be the end for both of us.” [Jongin, Jongdae]

Fluff/Comfort

#4: Stealing Each Other’s Clothes and Not admitting it - While Wearing them [Kyungsoo & Sehun]

#5: "Come on. Let's go Home" [Chanyeol, Jongin, Yixing]

#6: Holding Hands Without Realizing [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Junmyeon & Minseok]

#10: "Here's an idea; Let's not read the dead language!" [Chanyeol & Kyungsoo]

#13: “You think I didn’t notice the voice change? You totally like them.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Minseok,& Yixing]

#14:“You stayed up…All night..for them. Oh dude you’re in love.” [Jongdae, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo, & Sehun]

#19: “You got shot. There’s a bullet in you. I can see it.”  “I can feel it.” [Baekhyun & Jongdae ]

Reaction #30: “I haven’t been able to sleep well for three days.” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongin, Sehun]

Reaction #31: “Let’s get you to the couch.  There we go.” [Jongdae, Kyungsoo]

Reaction #32: “Can you please just…hold me?” [Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #41: "Washing their Hair" [Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Minseok]

Reaction #49: “Being playfully clingy in the mornings when one has an off day and the other has to rush to work” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Kyungsoo, Sehun]

Reaction #50:  “Sleepy back hugs when the other person is busy” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Minseok, Yixing]

Grumpy x Sunshine (Trope)

#7: "Are You really Happy/Grumpy 24/7” [Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Jongdae, Jongin, Sehun]

#8: “Everyone Should Dance in the Rain at least once in their lives.” [Minseok & Yixing]

#9:“You’re definitely the only person I would do this for” [Junmyeon & Kyungsoo]

Reaction #38: “how did you get them to do that, they never listen to anyone” [Jongdae, Jongin, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Reaction #39:  “I need you to teach me how to be...sociable” “you mean nice?” [Chanyeol, Minseok] 

Reaction #40: Being Flirted with by someone Else [Baekhyun, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Mafia AU (Trope)

Reaction#36: “Touch Her, and you’re dead.” [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Minseok, Sehun]

Reaction #37:  “They’ll have to go through me before they get to you." [Baekhyun, Jongdae, Jongin, Kyungsoo, Yixing]

Reaction #46: “You’re my Achilles heel, they will do whatever it takes to get to you.” [Baekhyun, Minseok, Yixing]

Reaction #47:  “For Once, I’m not the bad guy here.” [Chanyeol, Jongdae, Sehun]

Reaction #48: "Close your eyes, you don’t need to see this.” [Jongin, Junmyeon, Kyungsoo]

Mythical/Fantasy

#18: Vampires I [Kyungsoo, Jongin, & Sehun]

#20: Vampires II [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, & Sehun]

Roommates [Trope]

Reaction #42: Roommates #1 [Baekhyun, Jongin, Yixing]

Reaction #43: Roommates #2 [Chanyeol, Junmyeon, Sehun]

Masterlist

[ohsehvns]

@irednebae

it was evident that sehun didn't have a great history with his exes. their relationship often crashing and burning by the end. the common denominator? sehun. except the taller idol never saw it that way. always stuck in assuming it was a them issue. even now, sehun refused to be stuck in a room with one of his exes. unless it was yewon.

"oh," he began once he stepped foot into one of his favorite cafe spots in seoul. visiting for a couple of days usually meant that the idol would hit up places he loved so much. a place such as this one. "you come here too?" he asked irene once she was within ear shot.

[z-exo-l]

Hear Me Out First Impression

I have a weird way of watching new EXO MVs, but I can’t break tradition, so I’ll commence with my usual word vomit.

Initial listen, no visual

Kyungsoo??? Ooh…Oh hell yeah, classic exo r&b. The instrumental sounds like Baby Come Back by Player, mixed with a deep feminine note to it? Ala Salt n Pepa or En Vogue. !!! SEHUN STARTS US OFF OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS BABY!! A STRAIGHT UP SC START UP OH MY GOD YES!!! HUSKY SUHO??? THIS TRACK IS GOING MAGICALLY! Ohh a baekhun duet into a soft jongdae chorus, this is fun! More rap??? Awww Jongiiiin! 😭 MINSEOK! Oh honey you’re killing it!!! Chanyeol gets a chorus!! Ksoo adlibs?? Where else are you honey? Then again I’m not watching it with *ideal* sound. These harmonies are killing me though! The rap line is being used stupendously. A classically lovely Baek run. And a suho close out! Omg!

Second listen, watching the MV

Awww! The photobooth! Ksoo fall, YES YOU GOOBER! Oh my god, I’ve always wanted to see them do a shot like that, strolling through a house w everyone in the back; it’s just like a VCR! Incense… Omg, Sehun looks like an elementary school teacher in that sweater vest and the city model isn’t helping. 😍 A CACTUS OH MY GOD!!! THE WASHER RETURNS! (More KKB vibes.) …I want a doughnut. STOOPP THIS IS SO CUTE!!! I’m DYING THE DOMESTICITY IS KILLING ME!!! Yes Kyungsoo please eat that doughnut. 🥲 Jongdaaaae that is such a playful look!! Oop! Pcy’s turn! JONGIIIN THAT LIL SMILE!! 😑 Of course they gave ji that line. Minseok is rocking that wild sweater. Aww, Kaisoo on the couch. 😊 Another Kji smile! Exo bowling again is getting me emotional man! NOT THE SEHO MOMENT TOO, what are you DOING to me w this mv??? (Also am I an idiot that I can’t place this choreo?) Hyung line really cuddly in this mv. Suho and Minseok should cuddle more often. 🥰 As usual I’m pretty slow on the lore, but I love it. Plus kjd is looking precious. Ksoo laughing his ass off at Sehun nailing Baek w the hose is everything. I am loving the dork parade through the bowling alley. NOT KYUNGSOO PEACOCKING EXCUSE ME???? Omg, I’m sure it’s not but it looks almost like they’re dancing to Kai’s Reason. 😍 We love the big Baekhyun smile. 😊 Pardon me, I’m slowing down the photobooth scene. A CHENSOO HUG!!!! I love how in the second pic even Kyungsoo is wearing a precious face and yet there’s OSH 😆. Keep feeding Kyungsoo please? Awww look at Suho!! Ohhh I’m sure the group ups here are significant, but I don’t have it…I realize I didn’t mention him a LOT but Pcy got a lot of screentime too!! I’m so happy for him and Sehun!!! They DESERVE to lead a song, and exo as a group are more than capable of providing support.

Ack. I loved this. ☺️ The MV was wonderfully simplistic and heartwarming, and the song was great. Again showcasing the kind of r&b that I believe only EXO can do. It gives me very strong EXO SC vibes, and not just because they were used so much; the melody made me think of Telephone feat. 10cm. That’s not a criticism btw, I love that song, and I can still appreciate this one’s uniqueness. My only complaint is vocally I didn’t get enough Kyungsoo, but again, I’m not listening with an ideal medium. I’m so excited for the official comeback, but this was a great hold-over until it’s here. 🩵

[jongbross]

Damn, I could totally see Junmyeon’s chest being a sensitive area for him 🫠. Like, I could imagine his s/o just doing nipple play with his pecs and Myeon absolutely losing his mind. And after it, he just f*cks his s/o completely senseless. (J, we need a one-shot of this!). Same goes for Sehun and his collarbones. The man definitely has some nice collarbones, so why not show them some love. Tho, I could see Sehun and Chanyeol’s chests being a sensitive area for them too. I mean, those too are basically unofficial members of the big tiddie gang.

you're absolutely right 🥺 and junmyeon seems the type to enjoy it and even ask for more!!

as for sechan, i have a fic with chanyeol where there's nipple play exactly because of this lol he's just so sensitive, every part of his body is a potentially area that will turn him on. and sehun, oh my dear sehun... he has the most beautiful nipple i've ever seen tbh 🙂

[fanficstwomoons]

Noite de cinema

[CHANKAI | SEBAEK | ONE SHOT | FLUFFY] Jongin ficou extremamente feliz quando o melhor amigo, Baekhyun, começou a namorar Sehun, alguém que aceitava toda excentricidade e cuidava muito bem do seu hyung. O problema começou quando o Kim conheceu o melhor amigo do Sehun, Chanyeol, porque desde esse fatídico dia não conseguiu tirar o Park da cabeça. Por isso, Baekhyun decidiu que usaria noites de cinema em casa para juntar os dois enquanto dava uns beijinhos no namorado.

Byun Baekhyun tinha o melhor namorado do mundo e ele podia provar isso! A verdade era que toda vez que sentava na frente do computador para jogar e colocava seus fones cor de rosa com orelhinhas de gato, isolando-se do mundo, sabia que aquele era o melhor presente que poderia ter ganho.

Sua cor preferida era rosa e isso não tinha nada a ver com sua orientação sexual, afinal era bi, e se fosse pra seguir estereótipo, a cor teria que ser lilás, porque possivelmente era o que daria na junção do rosa e azul. 

Dificilmente contava da sua cor preferida, afinal de contas pessoas idiotas existiam aos montes! Mas quando falou para Sehun na primeira semana de namoro, ao mostrar a foto do fone falando que era a coisa mais fofa do mundo, foi surpreendido pelo mais novo no dia seguinte com o tal fone.

Sehun era de longe uma das melhores pessoas que havia entrado na vida do Byun. Haviam se conhecido na faculdade de uma maneira completamente inusitada porque enquanto Baek, o mais velho, era estudante de Análise e Desenvolvimento de Sistema, o mais novo era calouro de Moda. Um dia estava no laboratório de informática pronto pra jogar Pubg e viu outro aluno já fazendo aquilo. Foi amor à primeira tela. 

Depois disso, não demorou muito para que engajassem num relacionamento, regado a muita pizza, coca cola e chutes para fazer com o que o outro perdesse a concentração na hora do jogo e assim pudesse vencer.

Apresentar Sehun a Jongin também foi algo que aconteceu de uma maneira muito natural. Kim Jongin era o seu melhor amigo desde que se entendia por gente. Pegou ele no colo quando o mesmo era só uma bolinha de carne e se viu dividindo todos os seus sonhos e piores medos conforme os anos se passaram.

Jongin aprovou Sehun de cara. Qualquer pessoa que aceitava Baekhyun dentro de toda sua excentricidade, sem qualquer tipo de olhar torto ou comentário descabido, com certeza merecia o coração do seu hyung. De começo foi estranho para o jovem estudante de Veterinária conseguir se soltar perto do estudante de Moda porque Jongin não conseguia socializar muito bem, e Sehun era bonito demais, e o desconcentrava. Mas o Byun rapidinho encontrou assuntos em comum e uma amizade entre os dois mais novos surgira.

Até aí, aparentemente, estava tudo certo. Jongin não se importava em “segurar vela” do casal porque os dois nunca o deixavam de fora de nada. Na verdade, era bem o contrário disso! Tinha vezes que eles marcavam de ver filmes juntos e o Kim se encontrava no meio do Oh e do Byun porque ambos eram folgados o suficiente para usar o colo do Jongin como um ótimo travesseiro.

Mas, num belo dia, Sehun chegou com um sorrisinho no rosto falando que seu melhor amigo finalmente voltara do Japão, e queria muito apresentar aos dois. E foi assim que Jongin se apaixonou por Park Chanyeol. 

Não foi algo por querer, na verdade, quando Jongin chegou na lanchonete ele estava com os olhinhos fechados de tanto sono devido à vida acadêmica, mas não queria fazer uma desfeita para o Oh que marcara aquele jantar para que todos pudessem se conhecer. Mas toda a sonolência foi embora quando finalmente viu o Park frente a frente, abrindo um sorriso bonito e estendendo a mão para cumprimentar o Kim.

Ainda estava em choque quando sentou em sua cadeira e ouviu Sehun falar o quanto sentiu saudades do melhor amigo que o abandonou para fazer um intercâmbio. Baekhyun olhou um tantinho desconfiado para o maior, como se avaliasse bem a amizade do namorado e também sem saber como o mesmo iria reagir a si. 

No fundo, havia aquele medo que o estudante de Relações Internacionais não fosse com sua cara e tentasse atrapalhar seu namoro de alguma forma. Aquilo não durou mais do que meia hora! Os dois tinham tantas coisas em comuns que pareciam ser as mesmas pessoas mas em corpos diferentes, que o pobre Sehun praticamente sobrou enquanto os outros dois conversavam animados.

Jongin seguiu em silêncio em boa parte do jantar. Era um garoto extremamente tímido e sentiu as bochechas ficarem vermelhas toda vez que Chanyeol sorria, coisa que não o ajudava a se soltar. O interesse fora de cara, mas conforme o tempo passava, aquilo só crescia. Chanyeol era muito mais que um rostinho e um corpinho bonito. O cara era simpático, doce, amoroso e tinha um cachorrinho! Céus, o verdadeiro príncipe encantado.

Mesmo em toda sua distração, Baekhyun percebeu como o melhor amigo ficou todo derretidinho na presença do Park, e guardou aquela informação com muito carinho em seu peito para conversar com o outro de maneira calma e sem muito alarde.

— Você quer dar uns beijos na boca do Chanyeol! Céus, Nini. Você tá muito caído por ele. — Baekhyun praticamente gritou quando entrou no banheiro da lanchonete junto com o Kim, que quase bateu o rosto na parede quando ouviu o amigo falar.

— Q-Quê?

— Eu vi! Meu Deus, você quer casar, ter dois filhos e três cachorros com o Chanyeol, não é?

— N-Não hyung, eu…

— Hmmm… A virgindade do nosso Nini está sendo ameaçada. — Cantarolou enquanto o garoto ficava cada vez mais e mais vermelho.

— Hyung!!!

— Céus, eu super preciso juntar vocês! — Falou decidido, olhando o próprio reflexo no espelho. 

...

E nisso já fazia um pouco mais de quatro meses que o Byun tinha decidido que ia ajudar o melhor amigo a ter um namoradinho. Na verdade, era tudo tão perfeito! Seu melhor amigo namoraria o melhor amigo do seu namorado. Eles poderiam até casar juntos! Aquilo era uma questão de vida ou morte.

Mas obviamente, não foi nada muito fácil. Jongin realmente tinha muita vergonha e a presença de Chanyeol o deixava muito constrangido. Todas as situações causadas pelo Byun para que eles ficassem sozinhos nem que fosse dez minutinhos no refeitório da faculdade era marcado por um imenso silêncio, porque Jongin sentia que podia explodir a qualquer momento.

E olha que não foi por falta de tentativas do Chanyeol, viu? Ele sempre procurava puxar algum assunto para que não ficasse aquela tensão ruim pairando sobre os dois, mas Jongin simplesmente não conseguia! Ele respondia de maneira curta, às vezes só acenando com a cabeça enquanto apertava os joelhos, sentindo a mão completamente suada. 

A verdade é que o estudante de Veterinária nunca soube lidar com paixões. Sempre que pensava em ter que sair, namorar, beijar ou mostrar interesse ele ficava muito envergonhado. Já tinha seus vinte anos na cara e não conseguia mudar aquilo de forma alguma, e se sentia um idiota porque, céus! Ele já era um adulto, porque se sentia uma criancinha quando o assunto era aquele?

Aparentemente Chanyeol notou, não o interesse, mas que Jongin parecia desconfortável com a sua presença e passou a respeitar aquilo, não forçando conversas e evitando ficar sozinho com o Kim. Claro que aquilo frustrou Jongin ao extremo, porque não era isso que queria. E por tabela, frustrou Baekhyun, porque ele já tinha escolhido o terreno para construir a casa dos quatro.

…

— Jongin! — O garoto parou no meio do corredor, virando o corpo para descobrir quem o chamava. As bochechas ficaram vermelhas quando finalmente percebeu quem era, fazendo-o apertar o livro que estava em suas mãos.

— O-Oi Chanyeol hyung. — Respondeu, mordendo o lábio inferior.

— Baekhyun me pediu pra te entregar isso. — Ofereceu uma sacola que foi pega pelos dedos trêmulos do mais novo. — Ele disse que você esqueceu lá na mesa e não ia conseguir ter aulas nos laboratórios sem isso.

Jongin espiou a sacola e percebeu que era um dos seus jalecos. O estranho era que o seu próprio estava na mochila, havia acabado de pegar no armário e sequer tinha visto o Byun no naquele dia.

— Obrigado, hyung. — Murmurou constrangido. — Sinto muito em estar ocupando seu tempo por conta das minhas distrações.

— Não tem problema, Jongin! Eu iria passar por aqui mesmo. — O Park sorriu abertamente e Jongin sentiu o coração bater descontrolado no peito. — E não me importo de ocupar meu tempo ajudando você.

— E-Eu… Er… — Ditou perdido, as bochechas cada vez mais avermelhadas.

— Está tudo bem. De verdade. Nos vemos por aí. — Piscou um dos olhos e deu as costas, possivelmente para ir para o prédio do seu curso. 

Jongin finalmente conseguiu voltar a respirar e não demorou a tirar o celular do bolso.

Jongin (07:41)

Você mentiu para o Chanyeol hyung?

Baekkie hyung (07:41)

Ele foi aí? /moonface

Jongin (07:41)

Você não pode ficar atrapalhando ele por minha causa, hyung!

E de onde você tirou esse jaleco??

Baekkie hyung (07:42)

Ele não pareceu se importar quando eu pedi.

E o jaleco? Sempre tenho um reserva na mochila.

Você é muito esquecido, tsc.

Jongin (07:42)

Eu…

Céus, hyung!

Eu não consegui nem agradecer a ele direito.

Nem tchau eu dei!

Eu pareço uma criança. Eu me odeio )):

Baekkie hyung (07:44)

Não fala isso, Nini T^T

Você tem vergonha de falar com quem tem interesse amoroso.

Tá tudo bem, você sabe disso.

Não se cobre tanto :c

Jongin (07:45)

Ele disse que não se importa de ocupar o tempo me ajudando

Eu fiquei tão JDHASUIDM  DAO]~]SADIWMD

Que não consegui dizer nada.

De novo.

Baekkie hyung (07:46)

Ele disse isso, foi? HMMMMMMMMM

GOSTO.

Chamei ele pra ir pra nossa noite de cinema.

Hoje. Na minha casa.

Jongin (07:47)

O QUE?

NÃO HYUNG!

NÃO VOU NÃO!

Baekkie hyung (07:48)

Você vai sim!!!

Vai ser o momento perfeito, Nini.

É um local fechado, sem gente externa…

Você vai se sentir confortável e talvez a vergonha diminua!

Jongin (07:50)

Mas o Chanyeol vai estar lá!!!!

Baekkie hyung (07:51)

Eu sei. Fui eu que chamei.

Achei que tinha dito nas mensagens acima ._.

Jongin (07:51)

¬¬’

Baekkie hyung (07:52)

Não seja ingrato.

Vai ser bom, Nini. De verdade.

Tenta se permitir mais um pouquinho, uh?

A única pessoa que te atrapalha é você mesmo!

A única boca que você beijou não pode ser a minha!!

Jongin (07:53)

Tudo bem… Tudo bem…

Você tem razão hyung!

E sua boca não é a única que eu beijei o_o’

Baekkie hyung (07:54)

Mas foi a única importante que beijou, btw

Então… Shh…

Vai estudar, ir pra casa, ficar cheiroso!

Você tem um boy pra conquistar /sunface

Jongin (07:55)

TT^TT

…

Quando Jongin bateu na porta da casa do melhor amigo e o viu o recebendo com um sorriso imenso - e os inseparáveis fones de gatinho - ele sabia que Chanyeol já havia chegado, e que possivelmente Baekhyun já estava aprontando alguma.

— Entra, tá tudo pronto, só falta você! Vamos maratonar Harry Potter! — Baekhyun cantarolou, fazendo uma dancinha esquisita.

Jongin entregou a sacola com alguns salgadinhos para o Byun e depois de um abraço, entrou no apartamento, acenando para Sehun que estava sentado no sofá, que se limitou a mover a cabeça em resposta ao aceno. Chanyeol estava no outro sofá, distraído com alguma coisa no celular, mas quando percebeu o Kim, abriu um sorriso para o mesmo.

— Boa noite, Jongin! — Ditou de maneira simpática, fazendo o moreno corar completamente.

— Bo-Boa noite, hyung. — Murmurou desviando o olhar, indo sentar próximo ao Sehun.

— AQUI NÃO! SAI, O SEHUN É MEU! — Baekhyun gritou empurrando Jongin para longe, se jogando todo no sofá, a cabeça no colo do mais novo e o corpo ocupando a parte livre. 

Sehun riu negando com a cabeça.

Jongin se viu engolindo seco quando percebeu onde teria que sentar, e pareceu procurar alguma solução que fosse mais viável, mas nenhuma vinha. Se sentasse no chão, se mostraria completamente mal educado com o Park.

Se vendo sem escolhas, acabou sentando ao lado do mesmo, o mais longe possível, e já encarando a tela que mostrava o menu de Harry Potter e a Pedra Filosofal.

— Agora, finalmente estamos juntos, para mais uma vez irmãos, celebrar nossa noite sagrada de cinema. — Baekhyun falou sério, sentando no sofá com as pernas cruzadas. — Hoje temos um deus novo em nosso recinto e por isso escolhemos a melhor saga do mundo para dispor como oferenda e assim, continuamos cheios de bençãos e notas altas na faculdade.

— Baekhyun, você ficou de exame. — Sehun murmurou, arqueando a sobrancelha.

— A gente assistiu Percy Jackson. Os deuses me castigaram. — Respondeu ainda em seu tom sério, fazendo Chanyeol gargalhar.

Jongin só faltou morrer. Era tão lindinho quando ele ria daquele jeito.

— Enfim, vamos começar! Todos digam amém! — Baekhyun seguiu sério, mas não obteve resposta. — Sem amém, sem pipoca!

— Amém!— Os três acabaram por responder rindo.

O filme começou e aos poucos Jongin conseguiu relaxar. Já havia visto Harry Potter uma porção de vezes, mas não cansava, repetindo algumas falas uma vez ou outra. Naquele dia em específico, não fazia nada daquilo. O cansaço de um dia inteirinho de aula simplesmente o derrubou. Sirius Black acabava de aparecer na tela quando os olhinhos se fecharam e não abriram mais. Tudo que Jongin lembrava era de um cheirinho bom e um calor gostoso de se sentir.

Baekhyun parecia que ia explodir a qualquer momento quando viu seu melhor amigo deitadinho todo encolhidinho contra o corpo do Park, que parecia não se importar, muito pelo contrário, agora um braço do mais alto estava em volta do Kim como se o segurasse para não cair, mesmo que nem houvesse para onde Jongin cair. 

— Amorzinho…

— Uh? — Sehun olhou para o Byun, que estava sentado entre suas pernas.

— Chanyeol gosta do Jongin também, né? — Perguntou baixinho, a ponta do nariz tocando delicadamente na mandíbula alheia.

— Por que você não pede para o próprio Jongin perguntar a ele?

— Porque quem quer saber sou eu, ué. — Revirou os olhos e o Oh riu baixinho.

— E você não vai contar ao seu melhor amigo?

— Vou. Mas nesse momento, quem quer saber sou eu, logo, você pode me contar.

— Você sabe a resposta, amor. — Respondeu num meio sorriso enquanto o Byun estreitava os olhos.

— Perfeito. Vou começar a construir a planta da nossa casa. O nosso quarto vai ser o maior!

…

Quando o filme estava quase chegando ao fim, Jongin pareceu despertar. De início, o garoto estava completamente perdido, ainda preso no calorzinho gostoso e no cheirinho cítrico. Segundos depois que ele finalmente se deu conta que estava praticamente deitado em cima do Chanyeol, deu um pulo e praticamente foi parar na ponta oposta do sofá.

— Calma querido. Você ainda está na minha casa. — Baekhyun cantarolou ao perceber o movimento brusco do melhor amigo.

— Eu dormi muito?

— Não muito. Harry conheceu Voldemort, já entrou na câmara secreta e agora acabou de descobrir que Sirius é seu padrinho — Continuou a falar num ritmo cantarolado, fazendo o Kim arregalar os olhos.

— Céus… Me desculpem, eu…

— Tá tudo bem, Nini. A gente sabe que tua carga de estudo na faculdade é pesada. E o Baek já ia te chamar de qualquer forma pra que você não chegasse muito tarde em casa.

— Sim, meu bebê não pode andar sozinho na rua de noite!!!

— Eu acompanho ele. Moro pro mesmo lado. — Chanyeol, pela primeira vez falou desde que Jongin acordou. — Não tenho carro, mas ao menos…

— É um homem forte que pode descer a porrada em pessoas malvadas que queiram corromper o meu Nini. — Baekhyun falou sério, como se estivesse se preparando pra uma guerra.

— Então, er… Vou indo? — Jongin perguntou incerto, completamente envergonhado ao saber que andaria todo o caminho para casa com Chanyeol.

— Vai indo sim! Tá tarde, amanhã tem aula e eu ainda quero dar uma rapidinha! — Baekhyun comentou pensativo.

— HYUNG!

— O QUÊ, JONGIN? Tô falando de uma partida rapidinha, eu hein…

…

Chanyeol e Jongin andavam lado a lado, em um silêncio desconfortável, tão desconfortável, que Jongin se viu na obrigação de quebrar.

— Foi… Foi legal você ter ido hoje, h-hyung. 

— De verdade? — Chanyeol perguntou surpreso.

— Claro! Foi… Muito legal. E-Eu gostei, mesmo que tenha… Sabe? Dormido e tudo mais.

— Eu achei que você não gostasse de mim. — Chanyeol confessou, as mãos ainda no bolso, chutando uma pedrinha qualquer de maneira distraída. 

Aquilo fez Jongin parar em choque, arregalando os olhos como se tivesse acabado de ouvir o maior absurdo do mundo, e de fato era o maior absurdo do mundo!

— De onde você tirou isso? — Jongin perguntou em choque, e o Park apenas deu de ombros.

— É meio óbvio que você fica muito desconfortável do meu lado, Jongin. Eu só vim hoje porque o Sehun insistiu muito, sabe. — A voz era sincera enquanto os olhos ficavam focados em seus próprios tênis. — Eu sinto que desde que cheguei é uma situação chata pra você e não quero te colocar nessas situações… ruins? Não sei. Baekhyun sempre falou da noite de cinema sagrada de vocês e eu não queria estragar isso também.

— Mas… Mas… Você não estragou, hyung. — Jongin murmurou ainda num tom surpreso.

— Você parecia que tinha abraçado um porco espinho quando percebeu que dormiu no meu ombro, Jongin. — Chanyeol sorriu amargo. — Você sempre parece estar muito mal por eu estar por perto.

Jongin abraçou o próprio corpo como se tivesse sido atacado de todas as formas possíveis. Os dois ainda estavam parados no meio da rua, que pela hora da noite, estava vazia. 

— Não é assim, eu… — Jongin tentou se explicar, cada vez mais vermelho.

— Tudo bem, Jongin. Às vezes não batemos com a cara da outra pessoa e isso faz parte. — Chanyeol tornou a dar de ombros. — De qualquer forma, fico feliz de podermos colocar isso em pratos limpos. Talvez você possa falar aos meninos sobre isso e não criamos mais essas situações e…

— Para! Para! Para com isso. — Grunhiu frustrado. — Não é nada disso. Não é você. Sou eu, ok? Sou eu! Eu tenho… Sei lá, problemas. Alguma droga assim. Eu tenho vergonha, Chanyeol. Eu tenho vergonha de você. Eu fico constrangido e as palavras me fogem e eu… Eu… Aí você sorri e eu fico ainda mais perdido e só sei… É um inferno. Eu tenho vinte anos e não sei lidar com um cara bonito. E eu me odeio por isso. — Jongin murmurou, puxando os próprios fios de cabelo. — Eu sou uma pessoa tímida e pessoas muito bonitas me deixam ainda mais constrangido! Olha que patético, hyung! Baekhyun hyung é meu único amigo e nem é porque ele não é bonito, porque ele é, mas é porque somos amigos desde sempre e Sehun veio de tabela. Eu não sei reagir bem às pessoas. 

Depois daquele descarrego de palavras, um silêncio estranho tomou conta da rua vazia. Jongin respirava pesado, como se tivesse corrido uma maratona, e Chanyeol encarava o outro como se um terceiro olho tivesse surgido no meio da testa do Kim. Ficaram ali por segundos mas pareceu ser uma eternidade.

Aos poucos Jongin foi se acalmando e a sensação de alívio por ter deixado tudo aquilo escapar se transformou rapidamente em pavor. Ele não só tinha falado do sorriso do Chanyeol como tinha dito que o mesmo era muito bonito. Céus, porque Jongin não conseguia ser uma pessoa normal?

A vontade era de correr. Era simplesmente correr em direção à sua casa e nunca mais sair de lá. Mas a situação já estava tão patética que o Kim segurou toda a vontade e apenas implorou para que um raio caísse bem no meio da sua cabeça e voassem pedacinhos de Kim Jongin pra todo lado, porque era a melhor solução.

— Acho que tá ficando muito tarde. Vai ficar perigoso, vamos? — Chanyeol falou em sua típica voz calma, e mesmo que Jongin não soubesse o que aquilo significava, apenas o acompanhou.

Ambos foram em silêncio um ao lado do outro até a porta da residência do garoto mais novo, que cada vez se sentia pior por toda a situação que havia causado.

— Está em casa!

— Obrigado por me acompanhar, hyung. Eu sinto muito por qualquer coisa. — Jongin murmurou num fio de voz, sem olhar para o maior enquanto abria a grade de casa.

— Sem problema algum. Boa noite, Jongin.

— Boa noite, hyung. — Fechou o portão e caminhou em direção à porta sem sequer ver se Chanyeol tinha só ido embora ou estava esperando ele entrar em casa.

Quando fechou a porta, sentiu um bolo na garganta e perguntou o quão patético seria uma pessoa daquela idade chorar por conta de uma situação vexatória que havia passado.

Tirou o celular do bolso pronto para ligar para o Byun, mas fora impedido por uma vibração avisando a chegada de uma nova mensagem.

Chanyeol Hyung (22:01)

Se você quer saber, também fico um pouco sem graça quando você sorri.

É tão raro, mas é tão bonito que fico pensando o que posso fazer pra ver mais vezes.

Acho que tô bobo até agora por você me achar um “cara bonito”.

E extremamente feliz que você não me odeie.

Obrigado pela noite de hoje. Foi uma das mais incríveis que tive.

Estou em dúvida se foi por você fazer meu ombro de travesseiro…

Ou se por me chamar de cara bonito.

Tem alguma chance de você falar isso por áudio pra eu pôr de toque?

Brincadeira KKKKKKKKK

Mas é verdade se você quiser. 

Jongin printou a tela e enviou para Baekhyun e não foi surpresa para si quando o celular começou a tocar, e a foto do melhor amigo apareceu na tela do celular.

— Oi hy…

— MEU DEUS DO CÉU. O QUE FOI ISSO? VOCÊS SE BEIJARAM? TEVE MÃO NA COISA, COISA NA MÃO? — Baekhyun interrompeu o Kim aos gritos, que riu, mesmo constrangido.

— Não aconteceu nada, hyung. — O moreno se explicou. — Meio que ele falou que eu não gostava dele. Porque eu evitava ele ou parecia fugir…

— Sério que ele não percebeu que você tava de quatro por ele? Céus, pena que o Sehun não me deixou comprar um letreiro “Tô a fim do Chanyeol” pra colocar em cima da sua cabeça.

— Fico feliz que o Sehun não tenha deixado.

— Por nada! — Jongin se limitou a revirar os olhos ao ouvir a voz do Oh. Claro que a ligação estaria em viva voz.

— Eu meio que descompensei? Por causa da vergonha. E falei um monte de coisa, que ele me deixava constrangido ainda mais por ser muito bonito e eu não sabia lidar com isso e nem com o sorriso dele. Foi tão patético, hyung! — Jongin choramingou se jogando na cama.

— E ele????

— Ele não disse nada depois. Só disse que deveríamos andar porque tava tarde, me deixou na porta, me deu boa noite e depois mandou essas mensagens.

��� Provavelmente ele não quis te constranger ainda mais depois de tudo o que você falou. — Sehun disse baixo. — Preferiu que você estivesse em segurança, na sua zona de conforto e mandou uma mensagem.

— Um fofo, nossa. — Baekhyun falou doce. — Aprovei ele, Nini. Pode casar.

— Eu nem consegui responder ele, hyung! Imagina casar. — Choramingou outra vez, ainda preso na sua vergonha.

— Manda foto do seu pau pra ele!!!!

— HYUNG!

— O QUÊ? FUNCIONOU COM O SEHUN!

— Primeiro que você me perguntou antes se eu queria e eu disse que sim. Você sabe que mandar do nada é algo ruim, e inclusive assédio. — Sehun falou em seu típico tom calmo.

— Ele ia perguntar, ué! Isso tava implícito na minha fala. Eu criei nosso filho bem, Sehun. Por favor. 

 — Jonginnie, apenas agradeça pela noite. Ele vai entender. Chanyeol é uma pessoa muito compreensiva a respeito de tudo. Ele entende que são seus limites e eu tenho certeza plena que o agradecimento é o suficiente.

— Argh, eu namoro o ser mais inteligente do mundo. — Baekhyun suspirou. — Obviamente, pra combinar comigo. Próximo sábado teremos outra noite de cinema e AGORA O BEIJO SAI!!!

— Espero que sim… — Jongin soltou num muxoxo sem nem se dar conta do que tinha falado.

— MEU DEUS, VOCÊ OUVIU ISSO, SEHUNNIE???

Jongin nem esperou a resposta e apenas desligou o telefone antes que fosse atropelado por uma avalanche de comentários que iam lhe deixar ainda mais envergonhado. O estudante de Veterinária encarou o celular e acabou rindo no final das contas. Tinha sido uma noite incrível, no final de tudo.

Jongin (22:43)

Obrigado por tudo hyung <3

Não demorou muito para o celular do Kim vibrar avisando uma mensagem.

Baekkie hyung (22:45)

NÃO TE CRIEI ASSIM PRA DESLIGAR NA MINHA CARA

GRRRRRRRRRRR

Mas o beijo vai rolar sim /moonface

Vamos maratonar 50 tons de cinza pra dar um clima.

Baekkie hyung (22:50)

Mentira. 

Capaz de eu entrar em exame que nem quando assistimos Percy Jackson.

…

De fato Baekhyun marcou outra noite de cinema no dia ao qual já tinha acordado com Jongin. Diferente da última vez, o estudante de Veterinária parecia mais desperto do que nunca, sentado no cantinho do sofá remexendo-se de maneira ansiosa. Desde a última noite de cinema em casa, ele e o Park trocavam mensagens. Não era nada demais, sequer flertavam um com o outro, só falavam de coisas amenas que permitia que ambos se conhecessem mais.

Junto disso, tinha Baekhyun que fazia questão de dizer todos os dias que era mais do que óbvio que Chanyeol também tinha sentimentos pelo Kim, mas ainda assim, vinha aquele medo fruto de suas inseguranças de que na verdade Chanyeol estivesse sendo apenas um bom amigo e era aquilo. Fora que tinha o ponto de que Jongin nunca, nunquinha nesse mundo, ia ser o primeiro a tomar alguma atitude, então… Era possível que ambos não saíssem do lugar.

E mesmo assim, ele estava ansioso. O estudante de Relações Internacionais era o único que não tinha chegado ainda, deixando o pobre Jongin cada vez mais nervoso, quase comendo os próprios dedos porque as unhas já haviam sido todas roídas.

— Repete comigo Nini: Se o Chanyeol me abraçar, eu não vou gritar, chorar e sair correndo. Se ele me elogiar, eu vou agradecer. Se ele me beijar, eu vou meter a língua na boca dele e trocar umas boas bactérias em meio à saliva!

— Às vezes me surpreende a sua capacidade de tornar o beijo nojento, amor. — Sehun falou negando com a cabeça. Até pensou em aproveitar e questionar do porquê Baekhyun continuava com aqueles fones de gatinho na cabeça, mas acabou não se dando ao trabalho.

— Se você parar pra pensar, beijar é uma coisa nojenta. Só é gostoso. Tipo que nem criança comendo meleca. É nojento mas eles acham o máximo! — Baekhyun deu de ombros.

— Você acabou de comparar beijar com comer meleca? Você realmente não quer que o Jongin beije o Chanyeol, né? 

— Vocês sabem que eu já beijei, certo?

— Sim, só a minha boca. Faz parte.

— Não foi só a sua, hyung. Eu não sou um bebê. — Choramingou, cruzando os braços.

— E por que tá fazendo bico? É bebê sim, meu filhotinho. E foca! Vamos lá, repete: Se o Chan… — Baekhyun não conseguiu terminar porque foi interrompido pelo barulho do interfone. — Seu namoradinho chegou!

— Ele não é meu namoradinho.

— Ainda, querido! — Ditou convicto, levantando do sofá para atender a porta.

— Boa noite, Baek! — Chanyeol saudou num meio sorriso. — Trouxe frango frito!

— Nossa, que coincidência… É a comida favorita do Nini. — Comentou de forma debochada, fazendo o moreno corar e Sehun rir. Chanyeol apenas deu de ombros. — Entra, hoje vai ser maratona de Star Wars. Jonginnie nunca assistiu!

— Que insulto. — Chanyeol negou com a cabeça, mas tinha um sorriso depositado nos lábios. — Oi Hunnie. — Cumprimentou numa batida de mãos, caminhando para o outro sofá. — Hey Jonginnie!

— O-Oi Hyung… — Respondeu baixinho, vendo-o sentar ao seu lado.

— Já que todos estão aqui e temos comida graças ao Chanyeol, vou pôr o filme para começar. — Baekhyun ditou sentando entre as pernas do Oh, que o acomodou facilmente, utilizando o controle para que de fato o filme pudesse iniciar.

Aquele filme definitivamente não fazia o tipo do Kim. Jongin sempre fora fã de musicais, animações e filmes da Disney, que basicamente era a junção dos dois primeiros. Filme com explosões, guerras e mil reviravoltas nunca fora sua praia. Tentava entender o filme em respeito aos amigos que pareciam ser apaixonados pela saga, ainda que tudo fosse muito confuso em sua cabeça. Sua concentração era tanta que esqueceu por alguns momentos que Chanyeol estava ao seu ladinho, fazendo com que a vergonha simplesmente se dissipasse.

Meia hora de filme já tinha passado e Jongin ainda não conseguia entender porque a criaturinha verde, o Yoda, falava daquela maneira tão confusa… Tipo, por que não falar na ordem? Tinha a cabeça levemente tombada pro lado enquanto tentava colocar em ordem mental os acontecimentos no filme, até que tudo parecia fugir, como se todos os seus neurônios começassem a correr de um lado para o outro em círculos.

Seu corpo estava todo tenso e ele sabia que sua mão deveria estar extremamente suada, o que o deixava mais nervoso. Ele não precisava olhar para saber que aquele calor em cima da sua palma, era a mão do Park. Era como se tivesse esquecido até de como se respirava com aquele contato. O coração batia de maneira desesperada contra sua caixa torácica e tinha certeza plena que o rosto deveria estar completamente vermelho.

Sentiu os dedos alheios gentilmente buscarem espaços contra os seus, mas não conseguia ter qualquer reação que não fosse ficar completamente tenso e nervoso. Aparentemente Chanyeol percebeu aquilo porque de uma maneira muito sutil, sentia a mão dele afastando da sua como se aquele contato nunca tivesse acontecido. Diferente do que Jongin esperava, aquilo não o fez relaxar. Muito pelo contrário. Jongin era tomado por um balde de frustração por não conseguir reagir àquele mínimo contato.

Que inferno! Era só dar as mãos, porque ele tinha que fazer tudo ser tão complicado? 

Arriscou virar minimamente o rosto para ver o mais velho e o mesmo parecia concentrado no filme, como se toda a situação de segundos atrás nunca tivesse acontecido. Quando virou o rosto para o outro lado, viu Baekhyun lhe olhando e aquilo o deixou ainda mais frustrado. Seu melhor amigo também tinha visto a cena patética que havia protagonizado e possivelmente tinha mais certeza do que nunca que a melhor coisa a se fazer era abrir mão de si.

— Nini, me ajuda a pegar refri lá dentro? Se eu trouxer quatro copos é certeza que eu quebro. — Baekhyun pediu em meio ao filme.

— Eu vou amor, eu já vi o filme mesmo. — Sehun disse de forma prestativa, mas soltou um chiado quando ganhou um beliscão.

— Mas o Jongin não tá entendendo nada do filme que eu sei. Ficar alguns minutos fora nem vai mudar em nada, não é Nini?

— Claro, hyung… — Jongin disse baixinho, se levantando do sofá para ir em direção à cozinha, sendo seguido do mais velho.

Jongin esperou uma bronca ou algum comentário de desgosto do Byun, mas quando o fitou, apenas encontrou um olhar acolhedor.

— Você parecia que ia cair no choro a qualquer segundo… Eu tô me sentindo mal em ter forçado toda essa situação, Jonginnie. Eu vou falar para os meninos que surgiu uma emergência na sua casa e que vou te levar lá! Eu sabia que era muito difícil para você tentar se relacionar, mas não imaginava que te machucasse tanto. Eu sinto muito. 

— Não, hyung! — Jongin respondeu rapidamente. — Eu quis vir. E eu queria continuar aqui. Não foi… Não foi por aquilo que eu queria chorar. Não pelo Chanyeol tentar pegar minha mão…

— Não? — Baekhyun perguntou surpreso.

— Eu fiquei frustrado comigo por não ter respondido ao toque. Eu gostei. Mas eu travei. E depois eu fiquei com raiva, porque… Olha pra mim, hyung! Eu sou um adulto e não consigo pegar na mão de um cara, o quão patético isso é? — Jongin falou em um tom choroso e dolorido que fez o coração do Byun apertar.

O mais velho rapidinho encurtou a distância entre eles e o prensou em um abraço confortante, fazendo um carinho na cabeça do Kim, que estava todo encolhido ainda que fosse o mais alto entre ambos.

— Você tem seu tempo, Nini. E está tudo bem. Você pode ter 50 anos e estar tudo bem ainda ter vergonha de outra pessoa. Isso não é patético, é o seu jeito e isso te torna especial. E eu tenho certeza que o Chanyeol entende isso… E se ele não entender, ele é um otário.

— Eu queria segurar na mão dele, hyung… — O moreno disse num muxoxo, ainda nos braços do Byun.

— Vamos voltar pra lá e se você se sentir seguro, você vai e faz isso, Nini. Talvez seja melhor, porque vai ser do seu jeitinho, no seu tempo e talvez isso te dê mais confiança, uh? E se não acontecer, tá tudo bem. Vai ter oportunidade de novo, vou arrumar qualquer coisa pra gente maratonar, nem que seja todos os filmes da DC.

— Se o Sehun ouvir você falando isso, ele vai ficar chateado. 

— Problema dele, Marvel rainha, o resto nadinha. Ele tem que aceitar. — Jongin acabou rindo e apertou o melhor amigo mais forte para poder finalmente soltá-lo.

— Você é o melhor amigo do mundo, hyung!

— Eu sei disso. — Deu de ombros, fazendo o Kim rir de novo. — Vem, vamos voltar! — Já arrastava o outro pelo braço quando disse aquilo, vendo Sehun e Chanyeol encarando ambos com a tela da TV pausada.

— Chanyeol pediu pra pausar porque não achava justo que perdessem o filme. E cadê o refrigerante? 

— Refrigerante?

— Você e o Jongin foram pegar o refrigerante na cozinha, amor?

— Fomos?

— Deixa que eu pego. — Sehun disse num suspiro indo para cozinha enquanto Baekhyun e Jongin se acomodavam no sofá.

Não demorou muito para que Sehun trouxesse o tal refrigerante e os quatros copos sem o menor problema, e o filme pudesse recomeçar.

Jongin ficou com as palavras do melhor amigo na cabeça e vez ou outra, ele olhava discretamente para a mão do Park que descansava em cima do sofá entre os dois, levantando algumas vezes para pegar o copo ou pegar mais um pedaço do frango frito. Devagarzinho, Jongin foi deixando a mão se aproximar, milimetro por milimetro até que estivessem bem juntinhas e ambos os mindinhos roçassem. 

O moreno prendeu a respiração por alguns segundos, mas Chanyeol não esboçou nenhuma reação, o olhar firme na tela. Aquilo permitiu que o Kim pudesse respirar com mais calma e relaxar aos pouquinhos com aquele singelo toque. Isso ajudou para que Jongin finalmente pudesse buscar a palma alheia, e com muito cuidado, deixar que uma mão se encaixasse na outra, os dedos entrelaçados. 

Novamente espiou o Park que ainda tinha o olhar preso na tela, sem fazer nenhum movimento, mas Jongin viu perfeitamente o sorriso que tentava escapar no lábio do outro, e aquilo fez com que o Kim se sentisse ainda mais confortável e inclusive, o fizesse sorrir. 

De maneira muito natural, os corpos também foram se aproximando e antes mesmo que o casal pudesse se dar conta, Jongin estava com a cabeça encostada no ombro de Chanyeol, e as mãozinhas entrelaçadas sobre a coxa do mais velho como se fosse a coisa mais comum do mundo.

Sehun teve que beijar a boca do Baekhyun para que ele não desse um gritinho afetado porque seu bebê finalmente estava crescendo!

…

Chanyeol e Jongin andavam de mãos dadas pela rua. Mais uma vez o estudante de Relações Internacionais se prontificou em deixar o mais novo em casa e foi natural a maneira como ambas as mãos se procuraram quando começaram a andar. 

Quando o terceiro filme acabou e Baekhyun constatou que já estava muito tarde, ambos acabaram se afastando para poderem arrumar as coisas e se despedir, mas diferente da última vez, não havia nenhum tipo de aura estranha ou um clima nervoso. O silêncio na verdade parecia ser a melhor coisa a ser ouvida naquele momento e pairou até quando chegaram na casa de Jongin.

— Está entregue! — Chanyeol gracejou, fazendo Jongin rir.

— Obrigado, mais uma vez. Tanto por me acompanhar como pelo filme. Foi bem divertido!

— Que bom. Fiquei preocupado que… pudesse ter feito algo incômodo para você. E eu sinto muito se o fiz de alguma forma, sem querer. — Chanyeol disse um pouco inseguro, tanto pelo medo de ter feito algo errado, como em estar tocando no assunto.

— Ah… N-não se preocupa. Você não fez nada de errado. Mesmo. 

— Que bom! Fico feliz. — Chanyeol sorriu. — Bem, a gente se vê amanhã na faculdade?

— Nos vemos sim. — Jongin respondeu também sorrindo. 

Ambos ficaram se olhando por alguns segundos, como se não quisessem seguir seus caminhos, mas Chanyeol acabou fazendo o primeiro movimento, soltando ambas mãos para oferecer mais um sorriso, dar as costas para Jongin e seguir seu caminho.

Jongin olhou para a própria mão, sentindo falta do calor e se questionando se aquilo iria se repetir. Eles só andaram de mãos dadas, aquilo não tinha qualquer significado em relações, não era? 

— Hyung! — Jongin chamou, fazendo Chanyeol virar no mesmo segundo. — Vo-Você… 

— Eu? — Perguntou voltando a caminhar para perto do mais novo.

— Não consigo falar. — Choramingou, totalmente envergonhado.

— Me manda uma mensagem! — Disse num meio sorriso, tirando o celular do bolso. Jongin suspirou aliviado com a sugestão e rapidamente tirou o celular do bolso para digitar.

Jongin (23:08)

Você vai segurar minha mão amanhã?

Chanyeol Hyung (23:08)

Por mim, eu jamais soltaria.

Jongin ergueu os olhos da tela e encarou o mais alto que tinha um sorriso calmo nos lábios.

Jongin (23:09)

Se eu… Fechar os olhos.

Você pode me beijar?

Chanyeol Hyung (23:09)

Eu jamais poderia dizer não para isso, Jonginnie.

Jongin novamente encarou o outro, e pressionando o celular com força, fechou os olhos. Por alguns segundos, não sentiu absolutamente nada, mas não tardou a sentir um contato singelo contra sua testa, dos lábios cheinhos do Park. Acabou por abrir os olhos com aquilo e o coração ficou tão quentinho com todo cuidado e respeito do mais velho que tudo que o Kim conseguia pensar era que estava muito grato pelo destino colocar alguém como Chanyeol em sua vida.

Jongin (23:11)

Obrigado por respeitar meu tempo.

Chanyeol Hyung (23:11)

Não é para me agradecer.

É meu dever. Te respeitar, acima de qualquer coisa.

Jongin (23:12)

Você pode fechar os olhos?

Não se surpreendeu em encontrar Chanyeol com os olhos já fechados quando tirou o olhar da tela. Apenas um passo separava os dois, e Jongin fora rápido em diminuir isso, deixando-os completamente coladinhos. Estudou com cuidado o rosto alheio com uma expressão serena ainda que um sorriso quisesse aparecer nos cantinhos dos lábios.

Chanyeol era lindo. E Jongin descobria a cada dia que passava que ele conseguia ser cada vez mais bonito em todos os sentidos. Era incrível a maneira como em menos de um mês, passou a sentir-se mais confiante e seguro perto dele.

Talvez fora por aquilo e unindo todos os acontecimentos da noite que Jongin permitiu que seus lábios tocassem suavemente os lábios alheios. Era realmente um toque singelo, calmo, quase um roçar, como se ainda não houvesse segurança em fazer aquilo. Ficaram assim por um tempo, Chanyeol nem mesmo movera a mão como se tivesse medo de assustar o outro, que conforme os segundos passava, conseguia se sentir cada vez mais calmo.

Acabou por se afastar e nem mesmo viu a expressão alheia para não desistir do que faria.

Jongin (23:14)

Estou pronto para isso. Na real.

Por favor, hyung…

Me beija de verdade.

E Chanyeol beijou. Ainda com a mesma calma e cuidado como se procurasse entender até onde era o limite, enquanto pousava a mão de forma delicada na cintura do outro. Jongin de fato já havia beijado algumas pessoas, poucas por conta da sua timidez, mas aquela estava longe de ser sua primeira experiência. 

Possivelmente munido de conforto e segurança, foi o que fizera o primeiro movimento, a língua tocando bem de levinho os lábios alheios, que se abriram para receber aquela carícia mais profunda.

Chanyeol tinha gosto de frango frito e coca-cola. E aquilo definitivamente era a melhor coisa do mundo. As línguas se tocaram de maneira tímida, mas que arrancou bons suspiros de ambos, e permitiu que cada um pudesse aprofundar mais de maneira cautelosa e carinhosa.

Afastaram-se com leves selinhos e quando olharam um para o outro, caíram numa crise de risada inexplicável. Os dois apenas riam na calada da noite como se aquela fosse a única forma de demonstrar o que estavam sentindo.

Estavam felizes. 

E isso parecia ser tudo que importava.

…

Jongin estava completamente sonolento quando vira o melhor amigo abrir a porta com um enorme sorriso, e é claro, as orelhas de gatinho (que descobrira que ele não abria mão porque fora o gesto mais bonito de respeito aos seus gostos e aquilo lhe lembrava constantemente de que era amado sempre como era) sobre a cabeça.

— Teve aula prática hoje?

— Tive sim. — Falou num muxoxo. — Eu tô destruidinho, nem sei como cheguei aqui.

— Vai atrás do seu descanso, vai…

Baekhyun nem precisou repetir. Jongin se arrastou para dentro do apartamento, encontrando Chanyeol conversando sobre alguma coisa com Sehun. Mesmo sabendo que seria má educação da sua parte, interrompeu o diálogo, sentando no colo de Chanyeol, escondendo o rosto contra o pescoço alheio.

— Boa noite, meu amor. — Chanyeol falou risonho, deixando um beijo nos fios de cabelo do moreno.

— Tô com sono. — Resmungou, apertando mais o outro de maneira manhosa.

— Você deveria ter remarcado. Tenho certeza que o Baekhyun entenderia.

— Não, eu não entenderia! É um mês do namoro de vocês, isso precisa ser comemorado. — Baekhyun falou com os braços cruzados.

De fato fazia um mês que Jongin e Chanyeol começaram a namorar. Aconteceu duas semanas após o primeiro beijo de ambos na porta da casa do mais novo. Todos estavam reunidos para maratonar mais uma série de filmes, e em vez de começar o primeiro de Velozes e Furiosos, uma imagem apareceu na tela com o pedido de namoro do Chanyeol para Jongin, que aceitou em meio a lágrimas apertando o namorado em um abraço, enquanto Baekhyun estapeava Sehun porque “MEU DEUS, ISSO É MUITO FOFO!”

— O hyung me odeia! — Jongin choramingou.

— Mas eu te amo, meu bem. — Chanyeol respondeu doce, fazendo o moreno sorrir.

— Só você me ama!

— A gente pare, cria com muito leite ninho e amor, pra cria se voltar contra você e ficar de mimimi com macho. Não foi pra isso que te coloquei no mundo não, Kim Jongin!

…

O filme estava pausado porque Jongin pediu para ir ao banheiro. Como o mesmo estava demorando, Chanyeol se prontificou em ir verificar se estava tudo bem apenas para encontrar o namorado encostado na parede praticamente dormindo.

— Oh meu Deus! Você parece um filhotinho sonolento. — Chanyeol brincou, fazendo um carinho suave na bochecha do outro. — Vamos pra casa, uh?

— Mas o film.. — Nem conseguiu terminar porque um bocejo o fez se atrapalhar na fala.

— Shhh… Sobe! — Chanyeol disse virando de costas para que Jongin pudesse subir. Em outro momento possivelmente o Kim negaria para não fazer com que o Park pegasse peso, mas em meio ao sono, apenas enroscou no pescoço do mesmo e subiu nas costas, se acomodando facilmente.

Chanyeol caminhou até a sala apenas para se despedir dos amigos e assim poder levar Jongin para a casa. Sehun estava de pé, possivelmente iria ver se algo havia acontecido com os dois, já que quando viu a cena, apenas suspirou negando com a cabeça.

— AI MEU DEUS! VAMOS BRINCAR DE GALO DE BRIGA? — Baekhyun gritou animado, já subindo nas costas de Sehun que quase caiu por não esperar aquilo. — Vamos Hunnie! Temos que vencer essa batalha!

— O que houve? — Jongin perguntou sonolento, mal abrindo os olhos fazendo Chanyeol rir.

— Vamos, vamos! Em frente, Sehunnie! Vamos derrubar o Jongin do cavalo e mostrar que somos os melhores. Ya, Ya!

Sehun acabou rindo, negando com a cabeça. Baekhyun ainda se mantinha agitado em cima das costas do Oh, enquanto Jongin movia a cabeça apenas para achar a posição mais confortável para tirar uma soneca.

Chanyeol e Sehun se encararam e riram. 

Tinham os melhores namorados do mundo. E nada poderia mudar aquilo.

[sophluorescentmusing]

TANGERINE!

Junmyeon’s sat through seven chemistry interviews—each with a neutral party present (their lead manager) to ensure that reactions remained subdued. An idol group will always have growing pains, but the company takes extra care when it begins to mix secondary-presentations into all the other considerations. EXO will not be too extraordinary; only four of the members have a secondary presentation. But, they are the first in the company to mix between all three presentations: alpha, beta, and omega.

He twists the ring encircling his thumb. It’s a chunky metal, and he likes it because it has a faint weight to it. Junmyeon would not say it aloud, but the ring helps to ground him. It helps him feel centered in his body, in himself. And he needs centering right now. 

He’s met the beta of the group—Zhang Yixing. 

He’s met the omega of the group—Oh Sehun.

He had not known there would be another alpha besides himself.

The door opens. 

Noh Yongmin slips through the crack in the door, and though he has never had a scent other than the very human smell of clean laundry, or the amalgamation of scents acquired from riding the train system, as he takes a seat he brings with him a new scent. 

Tangerine: a bright, citrus-sour, teasing scent. 

“Baekhyun’s waiting outside. Are you ready to meet him?” Yongmin asks. He’s prodding Junmyeon to give him the reality: are his hackles rising at the scent of another alpha (a strong scent at that)? Or, is he capable of remaining pleasant? Junmyeon’s never been the sort of alpha to get into it with others. He’s mild-mannered, keeps to himself just enough to avoid any misunderstandings. The scent of the stranger—of this Baekhyun—behind the door arouses nothing more than curiosity (bright and simple). 

“Is he ready to meet me?” Junmyeon quips, smiling with the corner of his mouth. He folds his hands over his lap and hides his fidgeting fingers. Without any further preamble, Yongmin calls to the closed door and a beat later, it is being opened.

The scent is far stronger when Baekhyun steps into the room. It might be his gait (slightly awkward in manner, but oh so confident); it might be his expression (cocky, self-assured), but Junmyeon’s hit with the startling, and undeniable realization that Baekhyun is the best thing that could have happened for a group like theirs. He’s what Junmyeon’s been missing in all the previous groups they tried composing around him. Junmyeon sees someone who is going to will himself success one way or another, and he’ll drag everyone attached to his name up into the echelons of fame with him. That’s good to have in an idol group. Loyalty. 

“Kim Junmyeon~” He introduces himself with a slight bow of his head. “EXO’s leader.” 

“If EXO makes it to debut,” Baekhyun quips. He takes a seat—doesn’t sit in the chair straight on; instead he sits crooked, with his legs straddling the corner of the seat and stretching out under the desk comfortably, possessively. “Byun Baekhyun. EXO’s something,” he continues, mirroring Junmyeon’s own introduction. 

His eyes are dark—they don’t have that characteristic alpha glint to them, but they most certainly have a glint of mischief, of calculation. Baekhyun doesn’t feel dangerous, but he feels enigmatic, chimerical. Junmyeon has the distinct sense that this man does not show his real face, his real expression, to a stranger. Again, Junmyeon thinks that this is a man made for fame.

Baekhyun clears his throat: “No raised hackles?”

Junmyeon shakes his head. “You?” 

“I’m scent-blind; they’re never raised.” 

Oh. That explains it all. Why Baekhyun’s pumping out pheromones strong enough for a beta to scent them easily. Why he seems so relaxed in the face of Junmyeon’s own scent. Why the company even bothered to give a group with two alphas a shot. Junmyeon’s surprise shows on his face, because Baekhyun grins (bashful-not quite) and huffs out something of a laugh: “Solves a lot of problems, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure it creates others.” Junmyeon’s practical enough to think ahead.